Zachary Redgrave's temper flared. He was screwed either way—damned if he did, damned if he didn't. Might as well go all in.
"Some elder you are! One rule for you and another for everyone else, is that it? You're the one who cheated on your wife. You were in the wrong first, so what if I said something about it?"
Zachary Redgrave grabbed the nearby vase and hurled it to the floor with a loud CRASH. 'So what if we're smashing things?'
'Anyone can do that.'
"Are you trying to rebel?"
Nathan Redgrave glared at Zachary, his deep, dark eyes simmering with overwhelming fury.
Hearing the commotion from the living room, Mrs. Redgrave hurried upstairs. When she pushed open the study door and saw the floor covered in shattered glass, her expression soured.
"Are you two trying to tear the house down? What in God's name could be so important that you have to come to blows?"
