Samuel seethed in frustration, his rage boiling over as he vented his anger toward Elsa. "Damn it," he muttered, slamming his fist against the ground. "I told her not to reveal anything to Jasper. I begged her to give me some time, but she refused. Why, Elsa?" He slammed his fist on the floor once again, his body shaking in fury. "Why can't you just wait? Why are you so impatient?"
His fist struck the ground again, harder this time, causing the floorboards to creak beneath the impact. His knuckles were white with tension, and his hands were trembling with fury. He repeated the motion, punching the floor over and over, his anger and desperation building with each blow.
The room was silent, save for the sound of Samuel's labored breathing and the muffled thuds of his fists hitting the floor. His body was taut, and his muscles were coiled with tension, as if ready to spring into action at any moment.
