Freya's POV
"What did you say?" I stood several feet away, catching every word but choosing to feign ignorance.
Waylon Colby whipped around to face me, his eyes blazing with fury. "Freya Colby, this has gone far enough!"
"Driver, let's go!" I called out again, my voice cutting through the mountain air.
"Wait! We agree! We'll do it!" Cecilia Felix's voice cracked as she shouted, all traces of her earlier arrogance vanishing. "Freya Colby, Waylon will get on his knees and apologize with me. Will that satisfy you?"
I paused, letting out a slow breath before turning back toward them. "If you'd shown this wisdom earlier, we'd already be halfway back to the city."
Walking back to the gravesite, I pulled out my phone. "Since you've finally come to your senses, let's begin."
