The Zachmann family's butler approached Lincoln Hoffman with utmost respect and politeness, both hands in front of him, "Mr. Hoffman..."
Lincoln Hoffman stood up, his face a mix of discomfort and anxiety.
It was clear that the elderly man sitting in the wheelchair was resting with his eyes closed, having no intention to engage, and though Lincoln was anxious and upset, it was futile, he could only put his bank card on the table, and in a low voice, said, "Mr. Zachmann, I am here sincerely to apologize on behalf of Phoebe Hoffman. With regard to what happened with Phoebe, I hope you can consider the face of our two families and say a word on behalf of Ms. Quinlan. As long as Ms. Quinlan is willing to forgive Phoebe, I am willing to personally go to McKinney and apologize to her, and henceforth, I, Lincoln Hoffman, will owe her a favor. Whatever she needs, as long as I can help, I definitely will..."