Chương 7: CHAPTER 7: HATEFUL ARGUMENTS

Draymond lies on the floor, disoriented, breathing heavily.

"Fuck, it hurts! I can't even recognize which part of me is hurting," Draymond winced in pain, clutching his wounded side. The throbbing ache is a cruel reminder of his condition.

Meanwhile, Zarina walked to her room to retrieve her sketchpad. Just as her hand was about to hold the doorknob, a loud crashing sound echoed inside her room.

"What's that noise? It seems like something heavy fell on the floor," she said, startled.

As she opened the door, her eyes widened in shock at seeing Draymond lying on the floor with the fallen picture frame beside him.

"Why are you lying on the floor with my picture?" Zarina asks in a loud voice.

Draymond flinched slightly, his wounded side throbbing more painfully at Zarina's loud voice.

'Oh, fuck! The tigress just appeared,' he thought in silence, realizing the intensity of Zarina's anger.

"It was an accident, okay? Ugh!" he groaned, trying to explain himself as he struggled to stand.

Zarina took a step closer, her eyes shooting daggers at Draymond, who was clearly in pain.

"Accident? It seems like an incident because it's intentional. My frame wouldn't fall down without a force acting upon it to make it fall to the floor," she exclaimed, raising her brows in frustration.

'Is she referring to Newton's law here? Aww fuck, it's so hard to stand up with these injuries,' he thought, wincing in pain.

Meanwhile, Grandma Martha hurriedly entered Zarina's room upon hearing Draymond and Zarina shouting at each other, holding a tray of food for Draymond.

"What's going on here? Why are you two arguing?" Grandma asked loudly, her voice carrying a tone of authority and concern.

Grandma Martha swiftly placed the food tray on the bedside table and immediately went to Draymond, who was struggling to pull himself up. With a firm yet gentle hold, she helped him stand and guided him to the bed.

Once Draymond was seated, Grandma straightened, stood akimbo, and fixed her stern stare on them.

Zarina lowered her head, unable to meet Grandma's piercing eyes, while Draymond was still winching in pain, clutching his wounded side.

"The two of you are shouting at each other. You look like vendors in the market, shouting at the top of your lungs. What's the matter with you both? Can't you talk to each other calmly?" Grandma scolded them.

Zarina tilted her head up, quickly responding.

"Well, it's his fault!" Zarina retorted with a loud voice, her finger accusingly pointing at Draymond.

Draymond raised his brows, disbelief flickering in his eyes.

'Did she just point the blame at me? Unbelievable,' he thought, feeling even more irritated.

Grandma's brows narrowed as she observed Zarina's defensive stance.

'Aish! Zarina sounds defensive. I shouldn't stand on her side,' Grandma reasoned in her mind, trying to be impartial in the situation.

Taking a deep breath, Draymond responded smoothly, and his voice raised slightly in his frustration.

"What? You're putting all the blame on me? You're the one who's being loud here," he shot back, his lips pressing together in annoyance. He licked his lips before continuing, "You're the one who opened the door without even knocking and started shouting like you needed a firetruck for a huge fire."

Zarina's pale face flushed red as she felt her anger rise. She was caught off guard, but she was determined to win this argument.

"What?!" she exclaimed, her nostrils flaring. "Well, I thought there was an emergency because of the loud crashing sound! I rushed inside in the blink of an eye, only to find you lying on the floor next to my picture frame. It's obvious that you touched my things, didn't you?" she said, raising her brows and crossing her arms defiantly across her chest.

Grandma shook her head upon hearing Zarina's point of view.

'Why do I feel like I'm in the courtroom with two lawyers who never give up their case?' Grandma thought, brushing her hand over her head in exasperation.

Draymond wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead before responding.

"I didn't touch your things," he replied calmly. "I simply arranged them. You're a woman, but you can't seem to organize your belongings. What a shame," he said, locking eyes with Zarina.

'Hmm... did he have his flare-up episode again?' Grandma pondered.

Zarina squinted her eyes, clenching her teeth. She felt as though she had been slapped with a hurtful truth, leaving her unable to find an accurate reason to save herself.

"But it's still not right to touch a woman's things without permission!" she shouted angrily and pouted her lips afterward.

Draymond closed his eyes rapidly in annoyance.

'What the hell! Did she just shout at me? How dare she!' he cursed silently, his irritation growing.

"As far as I know, initiatives don't require permission. Just thank me for taking the initiative, miss. And you're welcome," he replied coldly, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

'Ugh! I'm stuck in the middle of a cat and dog fight,' Grandma muttered, rolling her eyes as she shifted her gaze between them.

Zarina opened her mouth, but Grandma cut her off sharply before she could say anything.

"Zarina, shut up! Both of you, just shut up, okay?" Grandma's voice was firm, her hands massaging her temples in frustration.

'Oh, gracious! These two don't act their age,' Grandma thought, squeezing her eyes shut in exasperation.

Zarina zipped her lips shut, throwing a death glare at Draymond.

Draymond arched his eyebrows at Zarina.

'Here we go again, enduring the tigress death glare,' he thought, glaring back to Zarina.

Grandma took a deep breath to regain her composure. "Okay, Zarina, pick up your photo frame and leave this room. Wait for me in the living room, and we will talk," Grandma instructed, pointing to the frame on the floor.

Zarina pouted her lips, a mixture of annoyance and compliance flickering in her eyes. She nodded and followed Grandma's orders, making her way towards the doorway.

Once Zarina had left the room, Grandma shifted her attention to Draymond. He lowered his head instantly, waiting for Grandma's scold.

"Dray? How are you? Is your wound still aching? Let me see," Grandma asked, her tone filled with genuine concern.

Draymond slowly lifted his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he looked at Grandma, who stared back at him with genuine worry.

"I thought Grandma would scold me," he murmured beneath his breath, surprised by her unexpected kindness.

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