The air in the garage was thick with tension. Missus Hamilton had just finished speaking, her voice still echoing in the cold space. Liam clenched his fists, his jaw tight with frustration. Then he spoke, each word rolling out with determination.
"I don't think Ava is beneath me. I think she's great. She's not as unworthy as you claim," he said, his voice firm and filled with conviction.
He turned fully to face his mother, his eyes sharp and unwavering.
"Besides, I'm the one who is marrying her. I'm the one who is going to spend the rest of my life with her," he added, refusing to let her control the situation.
His emotions were boiling over now. The pain, the pressure, the constant manipulation, it all burst forth.
"God, you always try to control everything and make all these decisions for me," he shouted.
"This time, I won't listen to you."
The garage fell into silence. His mother stood still, not saying a word. Her expression was unreadable, but her silence spoke volumes.
