Chapter 4 - The Shattered Glass
Arthur didn't yell. He didn't argue. He didn't say a single word.
He unbuttoned his dark grey overcoat, his eyes pitch black, burning with a cold, absolute, and terrifying rage. He marched directly across the living room, his heavy shoes sinking into the expensive rug.
Mark finally sensed the lethal shift in the atmosphere. He frowned, sitting up slightly, pulling his arm away from Vanessa. "Arthur, what are you doing? I told you, this is my—"
Mark never finished the sentence.
Arthur lunged forward with blinding, explosive speed. He grabbed the collar of Mark's crisp white button-down shirt, yanking the younger man violently forward off the white leather couch.
Before Mark could even raise his hands to defend himself, Arthur drove a devastating, bone-crushing punch directly into the center of Mark's handsome face.
The loud CRACK of the impact echoed through the room.
The punch was so powerful it knocked Mark entirely off balance. His head snapped backward, and the crystal glass of whiskey flew from his hand. The glass shattered spectacularly against the brick fireplace, sending sharp shards and amber liquid exploding across the floor.
May you like
Vanessa shrieked in absolute terror, scrambling backward on the white couch, pressing herself against the cushions to get away from the furious grandfather.
👉 Mark crashed onto the floor, but Arthur was not going to let him stay there.
