"Persian, shut up! When your wife and children were in the baggage camp, did I ever mistreat them?!" Melsis roared, his voice echoing with frustration and anger. His expression was a mix of indignation and defensiveness as he glared at the man in front of him.
"Melsis, are you truly just letting these dozen women… receive clients…?" Cristoia's voice quivered as she spoke, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame. She lowered her eyes but quickly looked back at Melsis, her gaze steady, determined to get the truth.
