"Is it really necessary to listen to all those words from him? He's a rascal," Mason muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with disdain, though he didn't bother to say it aloud.
The tension in the room thickened instantly.
Rebecca's eyes widened in shock as she called out sharply, "Mason!" Her voice was a mixture of disbelief and concern, hoping to pull him back from the edge of confrontation.
Mason slowly turned his gaze toward her, his expression cold and unyielding, as if daring anyone to challenge his bitterness.
Across the table, Ethan couldn't suppress a scoff. Though his lips curled in derision, inside he was seething with anger, his knuckles whitening as he clenched the hand that gripped his fork tightly. The simmering rage beneath his calm exterior was palpable, threatening to boil over at any moment.
