Martin's ears were ringing, and a trickle of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"You're dead to me—you hear that? From now on, you're no longer our son. Get out—just get out!"
Ansel was livid, his voice reaching a fever pitch, "Get out!"
Florence closed her eyes, her heart breaking, tears streaming down her face.
Diana watched the scene unfold in disbelief. Had her brother lost his mind? Was he really cutting ties with his family for Serena?
What was he thinking?
Martin bowed deeply toward Ansel, his forehead touching the ground three times in a traditional sign of respect, but Ansel wasn't having it. He lashed out, kicking Martin's shoulder and bellowed, "I said get
out!"
