"What are you doing here, Mathew? You know you are not welcome in this house." Victoria's voice turned to pure ice.
Mathew slammed his phone down on the coffee table hard enough to make the glass rattle.
"This is my house as well. I will bloody well come and go as I please." Mathew glared at Victoria with his eyes narrowing, "Don't you fucking dare to forget who you are."
However Victoria remained seated on the leather sofa, arms crossed, expression completely cold.
"Do you evenknow what our son has to go through in the fucking one place you were suppose to manage?" Mathew continued, his voice rising with every word that left his mouth, "Tristan's ribs are shattered. He's coughing blood. Some nobody named Rick Smith publicly beat him in your hotel and you did nothing!"
Victoria finally turned to look at her husband. her gaze stayed on his disgusting face for a second before turning towards her son.
