Alex felt like a drenched hen, utterly defeated and weak in the face of Lilian's fiery words. He sat there, trying to process the weight of her accusations, but the sheer intensity of what she had said was almost too much for him to handle all at once.
"Now get out; I have work to do," Lilian thundered, her voice slicing through the tension like a knife. Alex rose slowly, his demeanor sheepish, yet he couldn't help but glare at Lilian with hostility in his eyes.
She met his gaze with equal fury, feeling an overwhelming urge to strangle him. He was, in her eyes, a good-for-nothing bastard.
"The door!" Lilian barked again, this time standing up and pointing emphatically towards it. Her eyes were filled with rage, turning a fiery shade of red.
As Alex approached the door and reached for the handle, he paused and turned back to face her.
