Justice

Chris stood frozen, like a statue, staring blankly at the scene unfolding before him. His gaze was locked on Zane, who casually broke off a piece of whole-grain bread and took a bite.

But Zane wasn't just biting into bread—he was sinking his teeth into Chris's shattered heart.

"This…" Brandon muttered under his breath as he watched the awkward scene unfold. Man, my teammate's really out here taking Ls left and right…

"This whole-grain bread is great. I didn't expect the folks at the Los Angeles shelter to be so generous. Thanks a lot," Zane said, turning to Chris with a warm smile.

Chris nodded stiffly, forcing a laugh. "No problem… haha…"

Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, muttering to himself, What a disaster. Not only did I fail to steal the show, but I ended up losing face too.

Brandon hurried after him, trying to console him. "Uncle, next time, maybe do a little recon before you make a move?"