Chapter 9 Chapter 9
At that moment, hearing what Kai just said, Oliver almost fell off his chair. His eyes widened immediately, and his body leaned forward like he wanted to jump up and stop the words from leaving Kai’s mouth.
If not for the fact that he was already seated, he might have actually fallen off from the shock.
He couldn’t believe it, Kai? Speaking like this? Speaking to Megan like she was just some random person off the street?
This wasn’t just some stranger.
This was the woman Oliver had once risked everything to contact. He had used every single connection he had, pulled every string possible, just to get access to Megan when she was locked up in prison. Back then, even a short visit to her wasn’t something easy.
But now, after all the effort, after all the respect, the first thing Kai did was ridicule her? The first thing he did was talk trash?
Immediately Oliver’s hand hit the table as he finally spoke, his voice raised slightly, filled with anger and disbelief.
“Kai!” he said sharply. “Is this the reason you kept begging me to let you meet her?”
His eyes burned as he looked directly at his friend.
“You practically begged me to bring you here. You told me you wanted to see the woman who cured me. You said you needed to thank her yourself. And now this? This is what you say when you finally meet her?”
The room grew tense.
However Kai didn’t flinch either. He just slowly shook his head, like someone who didn’t feel guilty at all. He looked at Oliver with a calm, careless face, and leaned back even more comfortably in his chair.
“I knew something was wrong with you,” Kai muttered. “I should’ve known from the beginning.”
He sighed like he was the one being disappointed.
“I’m not the kind of person who keeps quiet when I have something to say, Oliver. You should know that by now.”
He turned slightly to glance at Megan again, then looked away like she wasn’t worth more than a glance.
“Just seeing the lady alone is enough to know you’re sick,” Kai continued. “Mentally. Emotionally. Because there’s no way no way that someone like her cured you.”
He gave a dry laugh and waved his hand dismissively.
“I don’t believe in all that trash you’re saying. That story you’ve been repeating about how she saved you… it’s nonsense. Maybe you just got lucky. Maybe the illness left on its own, or still inside of you But don’t stand here trying to paint this lady like she’s a miracle worker.”
He looked down at his drink again and shook his head.
“I don’t buy it. And I never will.”
At that moment, Megan wouldn't just let that slide. She didn’t need to shout. She didn’t need to react wildly.
But what she did next left Oliver shocked to the core.
Megan slowly turned her head, her eyes calm, but her expression sharp as a blade. Her face showed no anger, but it showed something even deeper complete disappointment.
She looked at Kai squarely for the first time.
“It seems,” she said slowly, “that you don’t have respect.”
She didn’t blink.
“Or maybe you’re just very, very cocky.”
Immediately Kai lifted an eyebrow, but she didn’t stop.
“As you can see,” Megan continued, “I don’t have any business with you. I came here because Oliver invited me. Not because I needed your approval. So why are you trying to attack me in such a manner?”
She spoke slowly, clearly, not raising her voice, but her words carried the weight of someone who had been through fire and refused to be burnt again.
“Since both of you are friends… and since you respect each other so much, you should have done the right thing from the beginning. Checked properly. Made sure Oliver was actually healed before talking nonsense.”
She took a step closer to the table, not afraid.
“If you didn’t believe in traditional healing, or whatever you think this is, that’s fine. But don’t sit there and act like I forced you to believe anything.”
Megan gave a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“I can see your problem clearly now.”
She slowly turned away from him.
“You’re one of those men,” she said. “The type that hates when a woman does more than them. The kind that trembles when a woman steps into power.”
She looked at Oliver one more time, and her voice softened just a little.
“Oliver… I thought we were just having dinner.”
She took a deep breath and shook her head.
“But it seems I’ve lost my appetite.”
At that moment, Megan then stood up, her chair moving back with a soft scrape. She picked up her old phone calmly, adjusted her old but neat clothes, and lifted her chin high.
“I’m not in the mood anymore.”
Upon hearing what Megan just said, Oliver was completely stunned. His heart dropped. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.
He didn’t expect this at all. He thought this evening was going to be a quiet, respectful dinner a simple thank you. But now, Megan was standing up, ready to walk away, and it was all because of Kai.
The shock on Oliver’s face slowly turned into disappointment in himself. Then that disappointment turned into anger not at Megan, but at his friend… his so-called friend, Kai.