Chapter 39

The sudden stillness in the aftermath of the brawl hung heavily in the air. Zachary, now on the ground nursing his injuries, wore a mix of defiance and surprise, while Andrew, his knuckles stained with the aftermath of the punch, struggled to maintain composure as he faced the repercussions of his actions.

Amid the tense tableau, Annabel, still recovering from the abrupt push, found her footing. Averting her gaze from the clash, she attempted to fade into the shadows, seeking refuge from the tumultuous confrontation.

Andrew’s mother, a silent witness to the drama, approached with a mixture of genuine concern and disapproval. Her gaze shifted between her son and ,Zachary on the ground, and the injured Annabel. The room, once filled with murmurs and distant melodies, now bore witness to the aftermath of an unexpected eruption of violence.

In the uneasy quiet, Zachary rose from the ground, wiping away the blood from his nose with a defiant smirk. “Guess you finally learned to thr