A father’s care

"Inez!" Small flames ignited within Mister Flint's eyes as his hand reached for the cut on his cheek. The cut was not deep, but it was not shallow either, drops of blood pooled on his fingers and as he lowered his hand, Mister Flint noticed traces of blood drops on his fingertips. "You…how dare you!" 

"This should be my line," Inez sneered as she raised from the chair and rose to her full height. She was a tall woman, with heels as high as three inches, she looked even taller. So when she stepped close to Mister Flint, she was the one who was staring down at him. 

She curled her lips on one side and said to Mister Flint, "Do you think you have the right to say those words, given that you paid more attention to your mistress than our son when we were still married?"