The real culprit

In the afternoon, Amelia barged into her apartment and spoiled the peace of the environment.

"Jazmine! I'm so sorry. I couldn't come when you woke up. I was so worried. I wanted to come but that old man wouldn't let me. Only by threatening him using your name could I slip away from his hands. How are you?"

"Would you be silent for a minute? My grandfather just snoozed off. I don't want to be forced back into my room."

Jazmine Harrison was thinking of ways to escape while Amelia continued her blabbering. She couldn't leave; otherwise, her grandfather would drag her away from the office at such a crucial moment. Then suddenly, she came up with a brilliant idea. She grinned wickedly at Amelia.

Amelia stopped her blabbering at once. She didn't like the way her Jazmine was looking at her.

"You said you were sorry for not being able to visit me, right?"

"Well, y-yes?"

"Want to make yourself feel less guilty?"