"How dare you still defend yourself!"

Ambrose's gaze was bloodshot as he roared the words, "There were only the two of you in the room, who else could it have been? I'm going to have your head for hurting my Heather."

Ambrose had lost all sense of logic then, raising a hand to cast a blow in Veron's direction.

Buzz!

The blow was one channeled out of pure rage and hatred, hurtling through the air and constricting the atmosphere of the room.

Veron was still in bed and could not dodge the blow