The Old man's son stormed out of the estate, his wife close behind, her heels clicking sharply against the gravel path. They climbed into the sleek black car, the doors slamming shut as the engine rumbled to life. Inside, the silence was thick, suffocating. Then she snapped.
"What the hell are we supposed to do now?" she burst out, kicking the dashboard in frustration, her voice trembling with anger.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles turning white. "You know how he is. Once he makes a decision, that's it. No one changes his mind."
She turned to him, eyes blazing. "I'm not talking about that idiot. I'm talking about our daughter's engagement!"
He didn't answer right away, just stared out at the dark road ahead as the trees blurred past. That only made her angrier.
"Are you seriously okay with this?" she pressed, voice rising. "Our little girl being forced to marry a murderer?"
