The provocation in his voice was so much for me that I punched him in the chin.
In the struggle, we crashed into the champagne tower. Glass shards pierced into my skin, while Hugo walked away with nothing more than a scratch.
How could he be someone who was supposedly at the death's door?
I instinctively sucked in a sharp breath.
Karen sneered, "You are a big man but you can't handle just a little push. Sam, you are really not within Hugo's level."
Yes, she was right. How could I ever be compared with a man faking a terminal illness for sympathy?
Hugo clutched his chest while gasping for air but there was a flicker of smug satisfaction danced in his eyes.
Karen supported him and cursed at me, "Are you that petty? Can you take responsibility if his condition worsens?"
"Do you think everyone’s like you? Acting like the world revolves around you just because you got injured?" she shouted.
"Karen, maybe you should stay with Sam. He’s struggling with the after-effects of the accident and he must be in pain."