Her uncle froze for half a second. Then he lunged, yanked the boy off her, and began beating him.
"You worthless mutt! Seducing a married woman in broad daylight?"
"Ah! Abby, save me!"
The boy cried as he stumbled back, shielding his head, wailing for Abigail's help.
Uncle Archie's fist hadn't even landed on the boy's face before Abigail caught his arm.
"You—you dare stop me?" he roared.
"Do you even know what time it is right now? At such a critical moment, you're still fooling around with this kind of scandal!"
Abigail shot me a venomous glare, as if I had deliberately staged this scene to expose her.
"Uncle," she said coldly, "this is my private matter. Aren't you stretching your hand a little too far?"
"What... did you just say?"
Uncle Archie froze, stunned. He could never have imagined that his gentle, considerate niece would speak to him like this.
"Fine, fine. It's my fault. I shouldn't have interfered." He turned on his heel and walked away without another word.
I was about to follow him out when Abigail's voice cut through the air.