Bill's eyes reddened at the rims, making him look like a wounded puppy begging for mercy.
He made a show of trying to stand, but his gaze slid sideways—a furtive glance toward Louise.
Right on cue.
And she didn't disappoint.
Bill's pitiful act hit Louise right where it was meant to. Sympathy flooded her face, and with it, a fierce surge of protectiveness.
She threw an arm out to stop him, then whipped around to glare at me.
"Julian, are you done yet?!"
"Look at yourself right now. You're acting like a jealous lunatic—do you even realize that?"
"Apologize!"
"Julian, I want you to apologize to Bill—right now!"
Louise didn't bother hiding the disgust in her eyes when she looked at me.
Bill, meanwhile, wore nothing but a smug grin.
Watching the two of them put on their little "devoted siblings" act, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Apologize... sure..."
I nodded.
The next second, under Louise's disbelieving stare, I grabbed the bottle off the table and smashed it over Bill's head.
Crack!
The bottle shattered on impact.
Crimson blood mingled with liquor, streaming down his face.
"Ahhh—!"
Bill clutched his head and let out a shrill, pig-like wail.
"Julian, you've lost your mind!"