Vinie moved to his knee. His voice trembled slightly, not from fear but from the weight of the situation. “I’m sorry, sir,” he said, addressing the man who had slapped him. “My brother doesn’t know who you are. He didn’t mean any disrespect.”
The way Vinie said sir carried a deeper meaning. It wasn’t just respect—it was submission, acknowledgment of authority. And then it became clearers to me: the man was Vinie’s father-in-law, Elizabeth’s father.
I looked at Vinie, I couldn't believe this. He was apologizing to this man after being humiliated in front of everyone.
Before I could stop myself, my fist slammed into the wall beside me. The impact of it made a crack on the wall, and a jagged split appeared in the plaster. Everyone froze, their eyes were looking between me and the wall.
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