Chapter 7 - The Exploding Table
Wide shot: Michael didn't commend her. He didn't nod in agreement. He didn't even try to verbally argue with the woman who had just proudly confessed to psychologically torturing his eight-year-old daughter.
Michael’s expression completely, violently transformed. The confused, tired executive entirely vanished, instantly replaced by a terrifying, deeply primal, and absolutely lethal paternal rage. His jaw clenched so tightly the muscles visibly jumped beneath his skin.
He aggressively dropped the handle of his rolling suitcase. The heavy luggage slammed loudly onto the hardwood floor.
Michael stormed directly into the dining room, moving with terrifying, explosive speed. He completely ignored his arrogant wife, marching straight past Evelyn in her expensive heels as if she didn't even exist.
He stopped directly in front of the massive, incredibly heavy, dark wood dining table.
Without a single word of hesitation, Michael reached down. His strong hands violently grabbed the thick, polished edge of the heavy table. With a massive, terrifying roar of pure, unadulterated fury, Michael engaged his entire core, utilizing every ounce of his impressive physical strength, and violently flipped the massive table completely upward.
The destruction was absolute and spectacular.
The heavy table crashed violently backward. Dozens of expensive fine china plates, heavy crystal wine glasses, gourmet steaks, fresh salads, and warm bread flew chaotically into the air. The food and the shattered crystal crashed explosively onto the polished hardwood floor, completely demolishing the lavish, elegant dinner setup in a single, devastating second of sheer, protective violence.
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The loud, deafening crash echoed through the entire multi-million-dollar estate.
👉 Read Part 8 to hear the father's terrifying, absolute decree.
