Mr. Mirano let out a chuckle after savoring a spoonful of Martha's soup, the flavors dancing on his palate. "So, how is it?" Martha inquired, a bright smile stretching across her thin lips."It's absolutely delightful, as always," he replied, taking another spoonful. "Martha, I swear, your cooking never ceases to amaze me!"Martha's gaze shifted towards Terrace, offering him a taste of the soup as well. His face lit up with delight, and soon he was asking for more. Meanwhile, a sense of satisfaction washed over Martha; she was thrilled to have pleased them with her culinary skills and secretly hoped for the opportunity to showcase her talents further. Just then, Mrs. Mirano made her entrance.A broad smile spread across Mr. Mirano's face at the sight of his wife, though her stern expression suggested she was in no mood for lighthearted banter or playfulness. Her scowl was accentuated by her tightly clenched fists, as if she were ready to unleash a barrage of heavy punches upon him."I

"I'm afraid I have no choice but to disobey you, Jolie," Walter stated, his voice firm. "I have always respected you as my wife, but I can not do that anymore. If you don't agree with my decision, so be it, but I refuse to listen to you any longer."He moved to leave, but Jolie swiftly grabbed his arm. "Please, try to understand where I'm coming from," she pleaded."I'm trying my best to understand you, Jolie, but your reasoning makes no sense, and you know it," he replied with a sigh."Fine, but I truly detest this, Walter. It's so unfair!" Jolie hissed, her breath quickening as she crossed her arms over her chest."I don't care what you have to say, Jolie," Walter said, his tone resigned. "I have made my stance clear, and that's final. They will both be staying in this house, and that's the end of it.""But she is a harlot, and he is a bastard!" Jolie snapped, her voice tinged with venom. "What will everyone think of us now?""Do I look like I even care?" Walter scoffed, his patienc

"Let's leave it be, Martha," Walter said, rolling his eyes in an attempt to diffuse the tension."Please, talk to me," Martha pleaded, gently grasping his hand in hers."No, Martha, I'm serious," Walter groaned, pulling his hand away. "I don't want to discuss it. The past is the past; let's focus on the present."Martha's gaze dropped to the floor, her voice heavy with apology. "I'm sorry for being so inquisitive.""It's alright," Walter replied, his tone softening. "Let's just retire for the night, alright?""Wait," Martha interjected, "let's finish our coffee first." She raised their cups, offering a truce of sorts."Yeah, thanks," Walter said with a smile as they both sipped the warm beverage. Once the cups were empty, Martha washed them and tidied up the space.Noticing their imminent departure, Jolie hastily retreated from view, conceali

Shane-Leo's teeth ground together as he rose from his seat, his fists clenching in fury as waves of anger and frustration threatened to consume him. His mother observed him with a growing sense of concern etched on her features."What's wrong?" she asked gently, hoping to diffuse the tension."So that's why!" Shane-Leo roared, storming over to the wall and unleashing a barrage of punches upon the unyielding surface."No, stop!" his mother cried, rushing to his side and throwing her arms around him in a desperate attempt to restrain him. "Please, stop this. Talk to me. What's going on?""That's why he tried to have me killed," Shane-Leo choked out between sobs, his resolve weakening as his mother's pleas pierced through the red haze of his anger.Jolie maintained her grip around Shane-Leo's waist, her voice trembling as she spoke. "What do you mean, Shane-Leo? I'm afraid I'm quite confused. Please, explain what you mean, honey."Feeling the pressure of her knotted hands against his sto

"So, this is how it's going to be?" Shane-Leo scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets as every pair of eyes in the room turned to him."Shane-Leo?" Walter whispered, his voice trembling as his gaze locked onto his son. He started to approach Shane-Leo but stopped in his tracks as Shane-Leo recoiled."Don't come any closer," Shane-Leo warned."But--" Walter attempted to speak, reaching out toward his son, only to be met with a growl of anger.Shane-Leo's index finger shot up, pointed directly at his father's face, which now displayed a mixture of hurt and disappointment. "Keep those filthy hands to yourself, or else."Walter took a step back, confusion clouding his features. "What did I do now, Shane-Leo?""Oh, please!" Shane-Leo sneered, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Don't act like you have no idea what's going on.""But son," Walter pleaded softly, s