“Razen!”

With a tray in her hand, Elzi's eyes widened when she saw what was happening in the living room. Ben seemed cornered in a chair, both hands gripping the armrests, eyes closed.

There was Razen, standing with one hand gripping Ben's shirt collar while the other was raised in the air, forming a clenched fist ready to punch Ben in the face.

Elzi's voice made Ben open his eyes. He and Razen turned to look at her, both noticing the redness of her face.

The trembling tray in Elzi's hand quickly landed on the table. She immediately grabbed Razen's hand to release Ben's collar. She frowned and then scolded...