'He spilled coffee on me.'
Those words lingered in Aryan's minds. They were comical yet worrying simultaneously. It was a petty reason to want to kill someone, but on the other hand, Aryan was almost certain Arthur was lying.
There was something else.
But there couldn't be. Oscar and Arthur were practically strangers… how could there be such a deep-rooted grudge between them. That sentence reinforced Arthur's words, his reason towards hating Oscar…
But…
'I don't know what to think,' thought Aryan, letting out a bitter chuckle internally. He had no part in the conflict, and didn't need to interfere. However, a certain pulling force caused him to gravitate towards their matter.
Oscar seemed unbeknownst to the grudge.
'He should be aware of it now… considering Arthur brutally beat him up for no good reason.'
