Why Are You Attacking My Grandfather?!

When Deborah walked into the living room and saw Jason drinking a glass of wine so early in the morning, she couldn't help staring.

A dark look crossed his face at her presence, and he glared back at her, commending, "You are ruining my mood. Get out!"

"This is my husband's house. I have every right to be in here." She smugly said as she sat down on the armrest, crossing her legs.

Jason rolled his eyes, not bothering to dignify that with a response as he forgot the glass and drank from the bottle again before setting it down on the counter by his chair as the strong smell of the alcohol wafted up towards her nostrils.

"What a horrible thing happened to Mr. Taylor... With losing Vex co. to you and getting kidnap... Isn't it good that he came out of it alive?" Deborah asked as innocently as possible.

"Don't try to pick words from my mouth and get out!" Jason spat back. His voice was still gruff, full of anger.

Unmoved, Deborah raised an eyebrow as she slowly said, "Well, I didn't as