The Renowned Lawyer

Without a pause, Emily's hand shot out, the slap echoing sharply in the tense silence that followed.

SLAP!

"You sorry excuse for a man!" Emily's voice sliced through the air, dripping with scorn. "Logan's barely out of his twenties, and you, well past fifty. Aren't you ashamed, cowering before someone half your age?"

At her words, Soegi's gaze swept over Logan, taking in the young man's muscular frame, a stark contrast to his own frail, aging body.

Comparing himself to Logan was like measuring earth against the sky—utterly unfair and illogical.

"Honey," Soegi pleaded, his voice strained. "Please, let's not say things that defy reason. How could an old man possibly outperform a young one?"

However, immediately after Soegi uttered those words, another slap landed on his face, even harder than the first. His wrinkled face flushed crimson, resembling a boiled crab.

"Age dictates everything," his wife scolded once more. "If I say you can defeat Logan, then you must! I won't tolerate any ex