Chapter Forty ninth:
Julie's point of view
I stared at Robert, trying to read any expression behind his features, but as usual, he maintained his customary coldness that provoked my dignity. He said in a calm, steady voice:
"He is just a waiter."
I took a step back and replied in total disbelief and without realization:
"What are you saying?!"
Then I followed it with a cry of oppression:
"Is this how you punish me?"
He looked at me with unshakeable coldness and said:
"It's not a punishment... it's just a result of your actions."
I jolted upright, sparks flying from my eyes, and screamed with a rage that shook the corners of the office:
"I almost became a killer today because of you! Do you realize the ugliness of what you've done?"
With utter coldness, he took out his damn cigarette and lit it, then puffed the smoke slowly and said:
"I didn't tell you to shatter the man's head."
