The young man went on, his voice gaining confidence. "It's obvious you won't go far in life if you keep behaving this way."
His words hung in the air, sharp and heavy.
Elder Knox's expression darkened ever so slightly, a faint crease appearing between his brows. It was clear he did not approve of his grandson's arrogance, but he didn't speak up yet.
"Oh?" Carl's calm voice broke the charged silence. He shifted in his seat and turned to look at the young man, his gaze unreadable. "You think my sister will not go far in life?"
His tone was so mild, so matter of fact, that for a moment it almost sounded like he was simply curious. The tension eased, just a little, because everyone guessed Carl couldn't possibly be angry over something so trivial.
After all, she was just a girl, and the people being disrespectful were the celebrated children of the Minister of Foreign Affairs and Elder Knox's grandchildren. No one would expect Carl to care enough to—
"Get out."
