Harold's face twisted with anger. "Walter, I’ve had enough of your act! Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on between you and my eldest brother!" he shouted, voice shaking with rage.
I froze, completely caught off guard. What could he possibly mean? There was nothing between Anton and me. The fifteen-year age gap meant we barely even crossed paths in daily life. Anton had always been more like a distant elder, someone I was expected to respect, nothing more.
Harold’s fury only deepened. "Don’t pretend," he hissed, losing all control in front of everyone.
Harold's brother gently tried to calm him down, urging caution, but Harold shoved him away angrily.
"Didn’t you know it was my eldest brother’s idea to handle that situation with the illegitimate child? And now, he’s still not married, constantly distracted when you’re around. And you’re telling me there’s nothing between the two of you?"
I took a deep breath, feeling the absurdity of his accusation. His logic was completely deranged.
I raised my free hand and slapped him hard. "I have no idea what you're talking about, and even if any of it were true, that’s your brother’s problem, not mine."