A lump formed in Silas Thornton's throat, and he scowled in displeasure.
The atmosphere in the room instantly rose to a boiling point, ready to explode at the slightest spark.
Mr. Wyatt and Hugh Wyatt took a small step forward, shifting to stand closer to Holly Wyatt in a very protective stance.
"We don't have much to offer a guest like you." Mr. Wyatt raised a hand in a gesture that was superficially polite, motioning for Silas Thornton to leave. "Please forgive us for our lack of hospitality."
His intention to kick him out was obvious.
Holly Wyatt's heart trembled. She grabbed Mr. Wyatt's arm, trying to push his raised hand down as she shook her head anxiously.
Mrs. Wyatt tugged the corner of her sleeve, her expression uncharacteristically stern.
Holly Wyatt bit her lip and looked at Silas Thornton, her watery eyes filled with worry.
Silas Thornton's eyes twitched, and he pursed his lips in considerable discontent.
