At that moment, without wasting any more time, Mr. Zakaria's voice thundered through the hall again, this time louder and more defiant than ever before. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands clenched at his sides, and his eyes burned with a fire that hadn't been seen in him for years.
He took a sharp step forward, pointing directly at his younger brother, his tone laced with both authority and insult.
"You—" he growled, "—are not going to be the one to tell me what I should or should not do. Who made you the gatekeeper of this family's legacy? Who gave you the right to question my decisions in front of everyone?"
His brother tried to interject, but Zakaria cut him off with a raised hand.
