"How can you, how can you." Bart pointed at Claude with trembling fingers, his voice sounding like an old and decrepit refrigerator.
"What did I do? I'm avenging my mother, is there a problem?" Claude retorted.
"You were able to kill them, does that mean you'll kill me too, thinking I'm the culprit behind your mother's death, wanting to kill me to avenge her?" Bart was terrified by Claude's methods of revenge, as if for the first time, he realized this son was not as magnanimous and gentle as he appeared, but rather vengeful and incredibly patient, with ruthless methods. Bart's hand under the table began to shake uncontrollably.
