Anne's tear-filled eyes met Robert's, and her trembling hand held onto his in a desperate attempt to stop the violence that loomed. She could feel the weight of her words as she implored him.
"Robert," Anne choked out, her voice quivering with emotion, "please don't beat him in this way." Her plea was a desperate cry for mercy, a plea for sanity in the midst of their escalating conflict.
Tears streamed down Anne's face, mirroring the turmoil in her heart. She couldn't bear to see her son to being beat by Robert.
Robert's anger, however, seemed unrelenting. He lashed out, his frustration and fury reaching a breaking point. "You know what," he spat out, his voice dripping with venom, "my first mistake was marrying you, and the second was bringing you people into our home."
