Maxwell gave him a look that made Thomas feel uncomfortable. The kind of look one would give a slime. A look of disgust. “And what can excuse the fact that you are a pathetic excuse for a man? What excuse do you have for not being able to take care of your own shit? What excuse does a loser like you have for not knowing that his so-called woman is a cokehead?” Maxwell said it with steel in his voice without raising it once.
“What?” Thomas shouted, then looked back at Susan. “What is he talking about?”
“He is…”
“Did I stutter? What kind of sorry excuse for a man would be with a woman for such a long period without knowing that she uses it? Heavily for that matter.”
“Well, we can’t say that yet, you know,” Ty interfered. “We have to wait for the result and..."