“You better know what’s best for you, Xynthia!” he snarled. “You’re drinking no matter what! As for you!”

Harlem glared at Harvey.

“Filth like you has no right to talk in a place like this!

“Either you stand on the side like the good live-in son-in-law you are, or you get the f*ck out of here!”

Since she was caught in a tough spot, Xynthia tried to mediate the situation.

“I can drink this, Mr. Lee. No need to make it harder for Harvey…”

“What’s the point of saying all that now, Xynthia?”