“Respect? If it’s not what we think, then what is it?”
Seeing her son defend the woman so fiercely, Mrs. Allen couldn't help but sneer. She was a woman herself; she’d been around the block a few times. She couldn’t fathom what kind of hold that woman had on her son to make him act this way.
“I like her, but she doesn’t like me. We are not together. It’s all one-sided on my part.”
Nathan’s explanation, rather than calming the situation, only made his already furious parents even angrier.
“Are you insane? Do you not know who she is?”
“I do,” Nathan said evenly. “But she and Evan will be getting a divorce soon, so—”
Crash!
Before he could finish, his father, who had been silent until now, suddenly stood up and hurled the coffee cup from the table at him.
Unlike his mother, who had intentionally thrown wide, his father’s aim was true. The cup hit Nathan square in the chest. Scalding coffee splashed across his white shirt, and the cup fell to the floor with a dull thud, shattering into pieces.
“You’d better get that idea out of your head! Even if she gets a divorce, she has nothing to do with you!”
Mr. Allen’s body trembled slightly. He was so enraged by his son’s words that he couldn't even keep his hands steady.

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