Chapter 122 Demanding An Apology
Rachel’s grip on Jeffrey’s arm tightened as she confronted the interviewer, her voice steady but charged with intensity. “My brother may be introverted, but that does not diminish his worth or capabilities. He is not the disabled person you’ve decided to label him as. His reactions might be slower, but that doesn’t make him less intelligent or capable. You’re free to reject him for any reason, once or a hundred times; that’s your prerogative. But I will not tolerate the way you’ve demeaned him, nor will I let you dehumanize him with your cruel
assumptions.”
The room was heavy with silence, all eyes now fixed on the confrontation. The interviewer was momentarily stunned by Rachel’s fiery retort, his face flushing with indignation. Yet, rather than acknowledging his error, his arrogance only intensified.
With a mocking flourish, he clapped his hands, signaling to the crowd of onlookers. “Come, come! Everyone,
gather around! See this for yourselves! Here’s a woman who insists on dragging her disabled brother into an
interview, demanding that I hire him simply because of her insistence. Isn’t it absurd?” He sneered, his finger jabbing accusingly toward Rachel.
“That’s absurd,” Rachel fired back, her voice cutting through the tension with sharp precision. “I never forced
your hand. The choice to hire him was always yours. But what I cannot tolerate is your public humiliation of
my brother. I will not let you get away with this. With all these witnesses here, do you really think you can
distort the truth?”
Seeing her unyielding resolve, the man decided he’d had enough. He waved his hand dismissively, his voice
laced with irritation. “Enough. Leave now. You’re no longer welcome here.”
Rachel stood unmoved, her stature resolute. “We’ll leave, but you owe my brother an apology,” she declared,
her tone unwavering.
The man’s scoff was laden with mockery, his disbelief evident. “What did you say? Apologize to this fool?” He
sneered, the words laced with venom. “Are you insane?”
Rachel didn’t flinch. Her gaze locked onto his, unyielding, her resolve impenetrable. “Yes, you will apologize.
Whether or not you hire him is your prerogative, but you crossed a line. You insulted him, and you wounded his dignity. Today, you will acknowledge that.”
For a moment, the man seethed in fury, his face reddening, his fists clenching. But Rachel stood there, a silent force of determination, unbowed by his rage.
Suddenly, a voice cut through the tension, resonating with clarity and conviction. “This lady is right. You don’t have to hire her brother, but humiliating him is unacceptable. Apologizing isn’t an unreasonable request.”
The man’s face flushed with fury, his embarrassment morphing into seething anger. In an instant, he snapped, his voice laced with venom, “Who said that?”
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A young woman in a white shirt and jeans timidly raised her hand, but her voice was firm. “It was me.”
The interviewer’s glare darkened, and he turned to the security guards, his command icy and dismissive.
“Throw them out. All of them.”
Rachel’s body stiffened, and she stepped forward, positioning herself between Jeffrey and the advancing
security, her arms stretched wide. “Who dares?” she challenged, her voice firm and commanding.
The man’s lips curled into a condescending sneer. “What are you waiting for? Throw them out. Didn’t you hear
me?”
The security guards exchanged uneasy glances, their hesitation palpable as they looked at Rachel, who stood
firm, her resolve unshaken. “Mr. Welch, it’s not that we don’t want to, but…”
“Enough!” the man cut him off sharply, his impatience growing. “If you can’t get them out, pick them up and
toss them like garbage. Understood?”
A wave of security guards advanced, their movements swift and coordinated.
Rachel spun around, shielding Jeffrey with her body, her determination blazing despite the odds. But in the end,
the sheer force of numbers proved too much to overcome.
Moments later, Rachel, Jeffrey, and the young lady who had defended them were unceremoniously thrown out
of the building. True to that man’s instructions, the guards showed no mercy. Rachel was hurled onto the steps,
her body tumbling down several times before finally coming to a halt.
Wincing in pain, she tried to push herself up, her limbs trembling from the impact. The young lady and Jeffrey
rushed to her side, their hands reaching out to steady her and help her to her feet.
Jeffrey’s hands trembled as he helped Rachel to her feet, his voice thick with concern. “Rachel, are you sure you’re okay? Are you hurt? Please, tell me.”
Rachel shook her head, her eyes softening with reassurance. “I’m fine. Really.”
But Jeffrey’s guilt was palpable. He clasped her hands, his voice breaking as he continued, “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I never wanted to drag you into this… I never wanted you to get hurt. I don’t care about his
apology. Let’s just go. I can’t bear to see you in pain because of me.”
Rachel could feel the weight of Jeffrey’s words, and her heart ached at his sincere remorse.
With a gentle smile, she patted his head, her eyes shining with the same strength that had always defined her. “It’s okay. Really, it is. I’m not hurt. And you’re forgetting something, aren’t you?”
Jeffrey looked up at her, confusion clouding his face.
“When I used to shield you from Moira’s whip,” she continued, her voice steady but tinged with the ghosts of past pain, “do you remember how she would smear salt on it? It stung like fire, but I was still okay. You’re not the one who got me into this. You’ve always been my priority, my responsibility. So please, stop blaming yourself.” Her words carried a soothing weight, but deep down, Rachel felt the familiar pangs of those cruel
memories.
“But…” Jeffrey hesitated, reluctant to relinquish the guilt written plainly on his face.
Rachel’s expression grew somber as she turned to him, her voice steady but tender. “Jeffrey, listen carefully. I
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know how much you care for me, and I feel that love deeply. But not everyone in this world is as cruel as that man. People will always speak harshly and try to belittle us, but remember, they don’t define us. What matters is that we don’t let their words or actions overshadow the good around us. There are kind, generous souls, like the young lady who helped us today without hesitation, even though she didn’t owe us anything”
Her gaze softened, her smile gentle yet firm. “So promise me, you’ll keep your heart open Stay positine, stay
hopeful, no matter what others may say.”
Jeffrey’s eyes searched hers, uncertainty still clouding his features. “But what about the bad ones? What do we
do about them?”
Rachel’s smile widened, warmth radiating from her. “That’s a smart question. When we face those who bring harm, we don’t have to lower ourselves to their level. We have the power to seek justice and to protect ourselves with the law. That gives us strength, to know we have the means to defend what’s right.”
As the conversation seemed to settle, Rachel pulled out her phone and dialed Eric’s number.
“On my way,” Eric’s voice came through the line, calm and efficient. Not long after, both he and Natalia arrived
at the scene.
Rachel’s gaze flickered to Natalia as she stepped out of the car, surprised to see her. Natalia caught her eye and
offered a sheepish smile.
“I insisted on coming along,” she said, her tone light but sincere.
Given their shared social circles, it was no surprise that Natalia and Eric were acquainted.
Noticing the deep scratches on Rachel’s face, Eric’s eyes darkened with concern. Without hesitation, he
instructed his assistant, “Go, get some ointment for those scratches.”
“Thank you, Mr. Riley,” Rachel murmured, her voice tinged with gratitude.
“What happened?” Eric asked, his tone steady but laced with concern. “Let’s find a quiet place where you can
explain everything.”
“Okay.” Rachel nodded, grateful for his understanding,
They settled into a café located just below the company building. As Rachel recounted the events, her voice
wavered slightly, but she pressed on, detailing the incident with precision. Before Eric could respond, Natalia
interjected, her voice sharp with indignation. “This is absolutely unacceptable! I can’t believe what I’m hearing
She slammed her cup down on the table, the impact sending a spray of coffee across the surface, some of it
splashing onto the young lady seated beside her. Natalia’s eyes flicked toward her, curiosity replacing her anger. “And who’s this?”
Rachel calmly explained the situation again, introducing the woman as an important witness to the events.
“Well, that’s a stroke of luck,” Eric remarked, his voice measured and calm. “Having a witness certainly strengthens our position.”
Eric turned back to Rachel, his demeanor turning more serious. “Ms. Marsh, from what you’ve described, that man’s actions aren’t just an insult; they cross into employment discrimination, which is both illegal and unethical. This type of case is straightforward. I can initiate the process immediately if you’re ready to move
forward.”
