Jessica and Davis looked at her inquisitively then glanced at themselves in confusion.
"How?" They asked in unison.
"You are here laughing and chatting while Aaron and Vera are fighting themselves to death." Pamela smirked. She witnessed that scene with all seriousness but recalling it makes her laugh uncontrollably.
"Fighting?"
Jessica's brows lifted slightly, while Davis's expression darkened, it is a rule in the Allen. Family not to lift a hand against one's wife. It seems Aaron and Desmond have made it a duty to crash every rule.
Pamela sighed dramatically, stepping further into the room. "Yes, fighting. Well, more like Aaron finally realizing that his wife is a walking disaster. He slapped her."
Jessica smirked, folding her arms. "Slapped her? Why?." She turned to Davis and focused her stare on him, her eyes narrowed. Dave felt the stare, looked at her composure and gulped. "Why staring at me?" He questioned.
