Samson's grip tightened around the cup, his knuckles turning white as a storm brewed in his eyes. His jaw clenched, his expression darkening with each passing second.
"Uncle, let's not discuss this," he said, his voice dropping to an icy tone, laced with unspoken fury.
But then came Alex's voice—gentle, probing, yet unwavering.
Samson's eyebrow twitched as he caught the sharp glint of curiosity in his uncle's gaze, the way he studied every flicker of emotion on his face.
"Why, Sam? She's going to be your brother's wife, and really—"
"Uncle Alex," Samson cut in, his voice dangerously calm, yet carrying the weight of barely contained rage. "She doesn't deserve our family. And look at the chaos she's causing—the news is flooded with nothing but the mess she's dragged us into."
The words left his lips like a blade, but before his anger could fully ignite, Alex's hand reached out, resting lightly on his own.
