"Dad!"
"Honey!"
Both Charles and Mrs. Donald called out to mr. Donald for his words because they were literally taken aback by his sudden declaration.
"What?" Mr. Donald sneered, eyes narrowing. "I'm just stating the obvious truth. Besides, what can this young man even offer?"
"Honey," Mrs. Donald interjected gently, placing a hand on his arm, "you don't have to talk to him like that. He's the first lover our son has ever brought home. The least we can do is give him a little respect."
"I won't," Mr. Donald snapped, his voice rising. "This young man hurt our son in front of the entire world—"
"Enough!" Mrs. Donald's voice cracked through the air, sharp and commanding as she cut him off. "That's enough," she repeated, her tone laced with finality.
The dining room fell into a heavy silence. Even the sound of silverware ceased.
Augustine blinked, his heart thudding, finally realising that Mrs. Donald wasn't just soft-spoken—she held undeniable power in her marriage.
