After a glass of juice was unceremoniously spilled on my clothes, I stood up, grumbling. It certainly didn't go unnoticed, with a mix of pity, laughter, mockery, and John scoffing with a slightly smirking face.
I couldn't believe this guy was my brother-in-law.
Shaking my head in exasperation, Victor approached me with a conflicted expression, glaring disapprovingly at Jiren's back.
"Are you okay, Amael?" he asked in a cold tone. He didn't mind them cursing him, but when it came to his friends, he was quick-tempered.
"No problem," I shrugged.
"But—"
"I will talk to them," Victor said, determined.
I smiled and patted his shoulders. "Thanks, Victor, but it's okay."
"But—"
"I will call you if I can't handle it," I gently cut him off.
