The tension in the Valhalle mansion was palpable, the walls seeming to reverberate with the anger and hostility swirling through the room. The heavy thud of objects crashing to the floor echoed like gunshots, as Mrs. Valhalle's enraged voice filled the space.
Diana stood frozen in front of the table, her body tense, shoulders squared as if bracing for impact. On the other side, Mrs. Valhalle was a storm of fury, pacing back and forth with clenched fists, her face twisted in rage. The air between them crackled, thick with accusations and disappointment.
Without warning, Mrs. Valhalle snatched up an ashtray from the table. Her eyes flashed dangerously as she hurled it toward Diana with brutal force.
Clank.
