HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 904

"And what was the result?"

"I—"

SMACK!

A loud slap suddenly shattered the silence of the room. The middle-aged woman staggered sideways from the force, her waist crashing against the edge of the table. The tea tray in her hands lurched violently, causing the cups to rattle as they nearly crashed onto the floor.

Naomi's eyes instantly widened at what Falcon had done. "Stop!"

The maid immediately dropped to her knees, one hand clutching her cheek, which had already begun to redden in pain. "I'm sorry, Mr. Falcon... Please forgive me..."

Meanwhile, Falcon remained standing calmly where he was. Neither his gaze nor his expression changed in the slightest, showing neither regret nor explosive anger.

"I entrusted you with a very simple task," Falcon said coldly.

"I truly did try to persuade Miss Naomi, sir—"

SMACK!

The second slap landed in the exact same spot, this time far harder than the first, producing a sickening crack. Tears immediately streamed down the old maid's bruised cheek.

"I'm sorry... Please forgive my negligence," she sobbed in an almost inaudible voice.

Watching the cruelty continue, Naomi unconsciously stepped forward, closing the distance. "That's enough!"

Naomi's anger filled the room. Her eyes locked fiercely on Falcon. "Why did you have to hit her? She didn't do anything wrong!"

Falcon shifted his gaze, looking straight at the furious Naomi. "Isn't all this violence the result of the choice you made, Naomi?"

Naomi frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I instructed her to make sure you had your breakfast this morning," Falcon said in an exceptionally calm tone, making his words sound all the more terrifying. "And this old woman has just failed to carry out my order."

"I don't want to, either." Falcon's voice remained flat and emotionless. "But you leave me no choice."

"Me?" Naomi stared at him in disbelief, unable to believe the manipulation coming from the man before her.

"Every decision has consequences, Naomi." Falcon took another step closer until only a narrow distance remained between them. "You're free to refuse to eat. But there will always be someone here who has to bear the consequences of your refusal."

Naomi's breath caught instantly. She turned toward the maid, who was still busy replacing the tableware on the table, her fingers trembling uncontrollably. The middle-aged woman knew nothing about any of this, yet her cheek was now bruised and swollen simply because of Naomi's stubbornness.

Falcon pulled out one of the dining chairs and looked at Naomi. "Sit."

Naomi remained rooted where she stood, trying to preserve the last of her dignity. But Falcon's gaze did not change in the slightest, still demanding absolute obedience.

"Sit," Falcon repeated, his voice carrying greater emphasis.

This time, Naomi's resolve faltered. She slowly stepped forward and pulled out the chair in front of the table. The maid immediately placed a bowl of still-warm meat soup before her before quickly retreating several steps to maintain a safe distance.