"A mortified heart is a silent storm, raging beneath a calm facade."
To stamp that, Hunter marched into the hospital the next day, his stride purposeful, his posture tense. He hadn’t slept a wink after the disastrous confrontation with his father. Instead, he had spent the night hunched over the wreckage he made, consumed by guilt and seething with anger—anger at his father for enraging him so easily, and anger at himself for allowing it. But as dawn broke, the weight of it all became too much to bear. The urge to finally put an end to his father’s insatiable greed and free himself from this suffocating burden overwhelmed him. He decided he would apologize to Estelle, offer to cover all her medical bills, proceed with the divorce, and maybe—just maybe—relieve a fraction of the guilt crush
