Nestor’s POV
I see Maat’s eyes turn into a shade of gold as Abubakar argues in a manner that sounded like he has lost his mind, signalling a disrespectful tone. But I realized he has a tone of mock ever since he lived with us, even when he is not. I can see how Maat’s forehead crinkled in slow to anger and becoming emotional. I have to do something, but I was rather too slow to stop him. Maat quickly lifted her left hand and hit Abubakar hard on his right face. She widened her eyes in disbelief while Abubakar also stiffened by her action. Something he has never experienced by the shock I see in his amber eyes.
I stretched my hand to touch her, but she quickly stood up and ran out of the room. “Why did you have to say all those hurtful things? Did you even think about her feelings, es
