Arthur’s wine glass slipped from his fingers, shattering against the rim of his plate as his wine bled across the white tablecloth. He didn’t blink. His gaze remained locked on Stefan. Beside him, Chloe panicked, her fingers darting out to catch Stefan’s arm in a desperate bid to manage the room. Stefan didn't just pull away; he shoved her off so hard she stumbled against the back of her chair. "Get your filthy hands off me, you whore, stop with the charade, you do not give two fucks about me," he snarled. He staggered, fighting his own balance, but reached for his glass again, tipping it back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, turning his wild eyes back toward the head of the table. "Aren't you tired of playing this role? You are a piece of shit, not worthy to be called a father. You keep taking everything from me, whatever you lay your hands on crumbles," Stefan shouted, his words slurring slightly around the alcohol as he poured himself another drink, swallowing it
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