At that moment, Damien's fists clenched tightly beneath the table.
Every bone in his body screamed to react to lash out, to yell, to remind Jerry who he was.
But something made him freeze.
It wasn't fear, It was the silence.
The atmosphere inside the restaurant had shifted.
Though no one said anything aloud, the quiet glances from nearby tables told him everything.
The tension hadn't gone unnoticed.
The servers had paused, the couple seated two tables away had stopped their forks mid-air.
And worst of all nobody was looking at Jerry.
They were all looking at him.
Damien Brown, Red-faced, humiliated, being dismissed like some reckless child.
He could feel the heat crawling up his neck.
His pride burned, But his mind… it warned him. He knew better than to cause a scene here especially not in a place of this class.
Not when the public could be watching, not when his family's name was constantly under quiet scrutiny.
