Chapter eleven The whole café went silent. Every customer was staring at the man and the young waitress who was still on her knees.Philip watched the scene for a few seconds.Margaret's hands were shaking as she tried to gather the broken pieces of the mug. A small cut had already appeared on her finger, and there were tears in her eyes.The man didn't seem to care.“You are going to pay for this,” he repeated. “Do you have any idea how much this suit costs?”Margaret lowered her head.“I am sorry, sir. I didn't mean to spill anything on you.”“Sorry?”The man laughed coldly. “You think sorry is going to clean my suit?”The manager stepped forward. “Sir, please calm down. We can take care of the cleaning.”“Did I ask you to speak?”The manager immediately stopped.The man looked around the café.“People like her should learn to be careful when dealing with customers.”Philip's jaw tightened. He had seen enough. He walked toward them.“That's enough.”The man turned around. “What?”P