His first instinct was to pull the teary-eyed Vivian behind him. Then he turned on me, brows knitted. "She's just a student. Was there really no way to handle this like a reasonable adult? Did you have to be so aggressive?"
Watching him shield Vivian, I felt a bitter smile tug at my lips.
Years ago, when Elmer's stepmother used to torment him, when she made him kneel outside the mansion in the dead of winter as punishment, I was the one who stood in front of him just like that. I was the one who fought his battles for him.
When he was thrown out of his family home, I was the one who stepped forward and brought him into the Henson household.
It was the Henson family's resources that had carried him, rung by rung, to where he stood today.
And already, he'd forgotten all of it.
When I said nothing and let the silence stretch, guilt crept into Elmer's eyes. He walked over to me and lowered his voice.
"Honey, I'm sorry. I overreacted just now."
"Vivian's story is truly heartbreaking. She grew up an orphan, no mother, no father. She fought her way into grad school on sheer willpower alone. I felt for her. That's the only reason I let her stay here."