Her firm and persistent attitude left everyone in the audience rooted to the spot.
Theo's brow furrowed even more.
I knew he couldn't solve this problem.
He'd said this countless times, saying he'd solve the Alexa problem that was cropping up in our house.
It would solve Elio's skipping class to play with Alexa and it would solve Elio's constant crying and fussing while eating snacks, watching TV and playing on his phone.
But I never got any results.
Theo always said he was busy, Alexa was still young and he just wanted to be nice to her, nothing more.
He also said Elio's playfulness and fussy eating weren't a big deal.
I was tired of hearing all this.
When Elio heard me shoo the cat and Alexa away, he cried even more uncontrollably.
He picked up a stool and threw it at me. Theo reached out to block it, but he couldn't stop it.
The stool leg hit my shoulder, leaving a bloody scratch on my cheek.
Theo took a deep breath.
"Serena, why are you always bothered about the cat? It's just a cat. If he likes it, he'll take care of it. If he gets bored, he'll just let it go.”
In Theo's eyes, I'd always been gentle and generous. He always said I was considerate and loving towards him.