The tension in the room snapped the moment he saw what had happened. You just remind your son to eat vegetables, but son mad cause dont want eat it and snap you. You flinched slightly, trying to keep your composure, but the teenager’s careless words had cut too close. He had seen enough. His eyes blazed with fury, every muscle in his body taut, radiating a storm that made the air feel heavy.

“Do you think you can speak to her that way?” His voice cut through the silence, low and dangerous. “I don’t care how old you are, how much you think you know. And i never teach you like that.You will never, ever raise your voice at my wife again. Not now, not ever. Got it Cassendra?”

The teenage son froze, stammering, but words failed him. The sheer intensity of the man before him was impossible to ignore. “Say it,” the husband demanded, jaw tight and eyes unrelenting. “Apologize. And mean it.”