The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 113

“Stop mother! Please!” Andrea screamed.

As the anguished cry reverberated throughout the house, the intensity of the moment became palpable. In that bright and tense room, he stood at the entrance, his face a portrait of empathy, and he took deliberate steps toward the scene. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the onlookers, both Tyler and Lady Guila, couldn’t tear their eyes away from this unfolding drama. Lady Buila, a specter of disapproval, furrowed her brow and lowered her gaze.

Tyler, gripped by a tempest of emotions, found himself on the precipice of uncontrollable rage and seething anger. His gaze was fixated on Andrea, who was approaching with measured, confident steps. Andrea was impeccably dressed in a sleek, black suit that exuded an air of sophistication, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around him.

“Please, Mother, reconsider,” Andrea implored, his voice trembling with feigned pity and empathy. He clasped his hands tightly, a plea written across his face a