"Miss Summers, why aren't you listening to me? I want to thank Tristan in person." Aria Joyce was already speaking so directly, yet Mika Summers still tried to drive her away. She couldn't contain her anger any longer and her voice rose.
"In person?" A cold smile touched Mika Summers's lips. "It's the same if you thank me."
"Miss Summers, don't you think you're going too far?" Aria Joyce demanded coldly, her hands clenched into fists.
Mika Summers shook her head, feigning confusion. "I don't think so at all," she said coolly. "You nearly got my husband killed. Shouldn't you be thanking me?"
"You... You're being outrageous! The one who saved me was Tristan, not you! Get out of my way, I'm going to see Tristan." Aria Joyce's usual composure was completely shattered by Mika Summers. She raised a hand to push Mika aside and tried to enter the room.
Mika Summers didn't stop her, simply following her in with her arms crossed.
