She then crouched down, gathering Karl into her arms, her gaze full of fury as she glared at me.
"Victor, what the hell are you doing? Are you insane?" she shouted, her voice laced with venom. "Karl was just trying to call you to dinner, and you hit him?"
The sound of footsteps echoed, and Carol’s relatives appeared, eyes full of contempt as they glared at me, wishing they could stab me with their gazes.
Karl, weakly propped up in her arms, began to sob, playing his part perfectly.
"Caroline," he whined, "I'm sorry... I just wanted to apologize to Victor for the misunderstanding from five years ago... I never thought he'd suddenly... do this..."
“Forget it, Doreen broke off the engagement five years ago, and we were wrong. Today's incident should be seen as compensation. Don’t blame Victor.”
The broken ribs throbbed painfully, and I felt a cold sweat break out across my skin.
“Misunderstanding?” I hissed, my voice trembling with fury. “How dare you call it a misunderstanding?”
“Caroline, what happened five years ago? Don’t I deserve an explanation?”
Her eyes flickered with panic, but she forced herself to speak.