"It is always the same with you, dirty golds, looking at us like we are beneath your big arses or something. Do you know why those arses are that big though? Because we go and make sure they stay that way!"
"(Oh no…)," Noah thought, furrowing his eyebrows, his mind scrambling for a way to extricate himself from the spiraling situation. "(I am getting pulled into some class problems that don't concern me. I have nothing to do with some war between rich people and servants! I barely have one myself!)"
He stood there, frozen, his eyes darting between Vera's glaring expression and the ground as if trying to avoid the sheer intensity of her words.
Vera's voice echoed in the dim room, her sharp tone slicing through the heavy air. Each word seemed to carry an almost tangible weight, her anger vibrating in the stillness like a taut string ready to snap.
