"Her mother's tickets must be fake; she probably didn't even make it here. It's not that her mother's unhappy. Yara's just mad because you missed the wedding yesterday. Don't worry, I can explain it to her with a hospital certificate."
That was the last straw. A surge of anger consumed me, obliterating my restraint.
I snatched the black bag from the shoe cabinet and hurled it at Cindy's head. Then, with a fierce grip, I slammed her head against the wall.
The moment I lashed out, Eason's briefly softened demeanor turned into an explosive fury.
He stormed over, yanked the suitcase from my grip, and flung it across the room.
Clothes scattered everywhere.
As he stomped forward, his leather shoes crushed the meat pies on the floor. I gritted my teeth, staring at the mess beneath his feet.
"Yara, my patience is wearing thin. Stop dragging innocent people into our problems!" he spat.
My hands trembled as I stood there, frozen.
Cindy, with tears welling up, gazed at me innocently.
"I'm sorry, Yara. I just wanted to check the tickets and pick you up at the airport, but I didn't expect..."
Tears spilled from her eyes, mixing with the bits of crushed meat pies on the floor.