Thomas

The man on the floor stares at Mason with eyes filled with horror and disbelief. Mason, who was still holding his plate, placed it on the table and helped Sally to her feet. A sigh escaped his parted lips, and his eyes stared at the man on the floor. Mason didn't know who this Thomas was or what business he had with his mother, but slapping one of their help struck his nerve.

"D…did you just slap me?!" Mr.Thomas yelled, holding the side of his face as if his ear were about to fall. "How dare you! Do you know who I am!"

Mason's cold eyes daggered at him. He was tired of hearing that statement that it made his skin crawl. Mason took a step forward with one long stride. He appeared in front of Thomas, gripping him by the collar. Thomas was about to stand when another slap landed on his face, sending him back to the ground.

Mason could see tears that clouded the man's eyes while his hand rubbed at his soar spot, not failing to display his distressed face laced with shock.

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