Chapter 10 - Father’s Anger Meets An Iron Wall
Kenneth’s father, Arthur Miller, finally stepped out from the VIP table, his face twisted in ugly, uncontrolled rage.
Arthur had spent his entire life bullying everyone around him into absolute, unquestioning submission to his patriarchal authority.
“You ungrateful, disrespectful little bastard!” Arthur roared, pointing a shaking finger directly at his son’s chest.
“After everything your mother and I did for you, you pull this disgraceful stunt in public?”
“You did nothing for me, Dad, except teach me how a father shouldn't treat his children,” Kenneth replied calmly.
“I paid every single penny for this lavish party out of my own hard-earned construction management salary.”
“Not a single cent of yours or Brenda’s went into renting this hall or hiring these vendors.”
“And yet you treat us like garbage while treating Brenda like an untouchable queen who can do no wrong,” Kenneth stated.
Arthur raised his heavy hand, moving forward with the clear intent of striking his adult son across the face.
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Before Arthur’s hand could connect, two burly venue security guards stepped between them with professional precision.
“Sir, keep your hands to yourself or we will escort you off the premises immediately,” the head guard warned.
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