Kendrick's POV
"Shut your filthy mouth, Raymond!"
Grandfather's voice ripped through the room like thunder, causing everyone to tremble slightly.
For a moment, even the beeping machine by Celeste's bed seemed to fall silent, as though they too understood the gravity of his wrath.
Raymond froze, his mouth still open mid-word. His lips trembled, but no sound dared to escape.
His wide eyes darted around frantically, like a cornered animal searching for an exit.
This is the very first time that I was seeing Raymond in such a panic and I must admit that I quite enjoyed watching him.
The old man's cane struck the tiled floor again. Each strike was like a judge's gavel.
The one thing that my grandfather cared the most about is the Black family name.
I stood near the doorway, my arms folded across my chest, my expression was cold and detached.
