Victor's face was red, veins bulged in his temples, and his grip on Steven's collar was tight enough to make him wince.
"Uncle Victor!" Beatrice cried, stepping forward. "Let him go! He didn't do anything wrong!"
Victor turned his eyes on her.
"Didn't do anything wrong? You're sneaking boys into this house while I'm out working to keep a roof over your ungrateful head? You disgrace the Langley name!"
"That's not fair!" Beatrice replied back, her voice started shaking.
"I've done everything you've asked of me—everything! You have no right to treat me like this."
Victor released Steven with a shove, causing him to stumble back.
"Get out," he growled. "And don't you ever come near my niece again."
Steven hesitated, glancing at Beatrice, who gave him a pleading look. "Just go," she whispered, her lips began to tremble.
Steven nodded, retreating toward the door.
