The air in the Parker family's drawing room was thick with tension as Sophia and a disheveled Granny recounted the harrowing events that had unfolded in their apartment. Donald Parker's face was a mask of fury, his knuckles white as he gripped the arms of his chair.
"Those damned Johnsons," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "They've gone too far this time."
Sophia reached out and grasped Granny's hand, her own trembling slightly. "Granny, she... she was just trying to protect me. And they..." Her voice caught in her throat, the memory of Granny's pained cry still searing in her mind.
Granny gave Sophia's hand a reassuring squeeze, her expression resolute. "Now, now, my dear, don't you go blaming yourself. Those Johnson goons are the ones at fault here, not you."
Donald's eyes narrowed, his jaw set with determination. "I won't stand for this. The Johnsons have crossed a line, and they're going to pay for it."
