Lawrence spat out his tea, shot out of his chair, and pointed an accusing finger at her. He opened and closed his mouth, unable to process where to begin. Then, he saw her lift the fork again. In a single yank of the table cloth, everything fell down.
Like a beautiful sandcastle, the plates and silverware tumbled to the ground, loudly clattering and smashing. The sound was music to Lina's ears. She heard the pitter-patter of servants rushing into the room.
SMASH!
Lawrence threw his cane through the window. He stared at her with hatred in his eyes and venom in his veins. Amidst the chaos, Lina was calmly watching her Grandfather.
"You'll take it back," Lawrence eventually heaved out, his voice heavy and terrifying. Should she disobey, it would be the last day she experienced the sunlight on her skin.
"I don't think so, Grandfather," Lina said in a gentle tone.
