Chapter 183. Ticking Clock

I stared at my large palms silently, wondering why they suddenly appeared the most useless they have ever been as Sam raged and raged, and finally burst into tears.

Her scene did not cause the effect she must have envisioned. Olivia continued eating, Dean still had that smile on his face, and I sat there staring at my palms.

Aunt Sienna kept apologizing as she led her daughter away, and up the stairs. 

As soon as the sounds of their footsteps faded, Dean flew out of his seat. He grabbed the glass pitcher and hurled it against the wall, screaming. 

I fixed my eyes on Olivia, my whole body tense to wrestle if Dean as much as breathed in her direction. Fuck the plan!

He sent his own dish flying at the wall next, the half-eaten meal soiling the wall as the red liquid of Gochujang stew and sausages slid down the wall looking nothing like food anymore. 

Finally, he stormed out of the dining room without a glance at us. As soon as he was gone, th