“Larse, were done with these and…” Crystal halted as she seemed to have stepped in at the wrong time.
Larse was standing with a grim look on his face, hands folded on his chest, glaring down. Lawrence was quiet, though she could hear sobs, the boy covered his face with one arm, sometimes rubbing it to wipe off his tears.
Crystal’s heart sank, seeing the boy weeping in sadness and fear from his father. She did not know what exactly happened, but she felt scared for the boy as she could feel the man’s anger reverberate throughout the whole room.
“Hey, everything okay in here?” She quickly walks towards the boy to go to his rescue, not minding that Larse still had his sharp gaze even though seeing her there.
“Yeah, I’m just asserting my authority,” the man said with a deep and hush tone.
