He glared at Kafka, his voice trembling with fury as he demanded, "Who do you think you are to tell me how to speak to my own daughter? This is my house! I'll say whatever I want to her!"
He jabbed a finger toward Kafka, his tone rising.
"And don't think you'll get away with this. You put your hands on me! I could call the police right now and have you arrested for assault."
Camila's lips pressed into a thin line as she stood to the side, her face neutral, but inside, her mind was filled with disdain.
'Coward.' She thought bitterly. 'Hiding behind the police because he can't handle being put in his place.'
Kafka opened his eyes lazily and tilted his head slightly to look at him.
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