Both of them had their own reasons for not speaking.
Ferucci was scared because James didn't say anything, he just stared at him. Meanwhile, James was speechless because of how Ferucci looked.
This psychopath motherfucker looks better than me…
"James?" Ferucci said his name, his gaze fixed on the ground as he stepped closer.
"Uh… sit down." James pointed at the chair.
As Ferucci sat down, James became even more flabbergasted. Ferucci looked at him with a faint smile, his white teeth gleaming slightly. It was kind of embarrassing.
"...So where were you…?" He shifted uncomfortably as Ferucci continued to stare at him with the same expression.
"I am terribly sorry for my actions, James…" His smile faded as he looked down. "I abandoned you when you needed me the most. I was nowhere near you when you were at your lowest…"
Then after saying it he immediately pulled out a knife and placed his left hand on the desk.
"Please forgive me."
