Am I a punching bag?

As she suddenly grabbed the hoodie of Charles, pulling him backwards.

With a swift motion, she pulled him over to her front and landed a heavy slap on his cheeks.

Charles's head snapped to the side, his skin stinging from the force of the slap.

A sharp ringing echoed in his ears, as Charles let out a low, humorless chuckle. "That's all you've got?" He whispered, his voice so low that only Mrs. Wales was able to grab his statement.

"Such insolence!" Mrs. Wales spat, her voice laced with fury. "Never in your filthy life dare to threaten me again!" She declared in rage.

Charles took a step back, rolling his shoulders as he adjusted his bag strap. "I'll leave the company," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "but I'm walking out with my head held high."

And with that, he turned on his heels and strode toward the exit, leaving behind a stunned silence.