His anger was uncontrollable, and he grabbed the teacup on the table and smashed it at Jaso Cobb's feet.
"Scum."
Jaso Cobb glanced at the shattered vase at his feet, his anger flaring up. He picked up the vase at the entrance hall stairs and flung it at Old Mr. Cobb, the smashing of the vase much more intense than that of the teacup.
Fragments flew in all directions, scaring Sophia Cobb into letting out a loud scream. Before she could criticize him, Jaso Cobb's anger only grew, "I respect you and treat you as my elder, but if I don't, what are you? To reap the consequences for not respecting your juniors, it's your contribution that has led the Cobb family to the present state. You've already bullied my mother, and now you're swaggering in front of me? What, do you think I'm dead? Get the hell out."
"Jaso Cobb," William Cobb's angry voice erupted.
He stared at him furiously, probably feeling Jaso's tone was too improper.
"What?" Jaso demanded angrily.
"Was what I said wrong?"
