Hearing Harold's voice, Andrew immediately went pale with fear and quickly removed his hand from Ashley's waist. "F-father," he stammered, his entire body going stiff.
Ashley also tensed up, her expression shifting to one of concern as she inched away from Andrew, just as Harold walked into the room and began approaching the bed.
As Harold came to the other side of the bed, Andrew tried to conjure up an explanation. "Father, Ashley was just—"
*Pa!* Before he could finish his sentence, Harold smacked the side of Andrew's face with the back of his hand.
This action caused Ashley to flinch and take a step back, dropping the pudding as she did. Andrew used his good hand to hold the side Harold had just slapped, looking fearful. His eyes were trembling as he moved his body away a little.
Harold just stared at him with a look of disappointment before asking, "What is so hard about following instructions? Hmm?"
