Chapter 51: The Old Him
Sergio gestured with two fingers. "Come here," he ordered to the maid whose path was blocked by the other guy.
"Don’t," I chimed in.
I was pulled closer by Diego. He gave me a threatening look and choked my neck using his forearm.
"Go on," Sergio insisted.
The maid hesitated, but she obeyed, stepping closer. She couldn’t have been older than her early twenties. Her uniform was pristine, her expression trained into that blank politeness that all servants mastered, but her hands were shaking.
She knew something terrible would happen to her, yet she didn’t stop or try to escape. I opened my mouth to tell her what her fate be, but Diego clamped his hand over my mouth. I didn’t hesitate to bite him, which caused him to yank me sideways like I was just some object.
"Don’t do it!" I shouted at my father.
Sergio turned to me and repeated the same words he said before. "You will change your mind, son."
I felt Diego’s grip tighten on my shoulder, keeping me in place. The pain in my twisted arm was forgotten and dread occupied my mind.
The old man flicked his fingers, and Norman struck.
The first hit sent the maid crashing to the floor, she skidded a few feet closer to me, and her body even bumped on the edge of the center table.