Wine drips from his hair to his pale skin, white shirt, and then down to the floor.

"Mother!" Your sister's horrified voice calls out.

"What- like this man is allowed to insult me in my own home?"

Harper didn't insult your mother in the slightest- only asked if she had something to say to him. His voice calm, soft, and polite. But my mother jumps at the first chance to hate him. Father always backs her up- owner of a company, and the idiot can't stand his own ground.

"I'm sorry, mother."

Another bright red splash.

"Don't you dare call me mother."