"Put it away," he said, closing the box and pushing it aside.
Tripp let out a big sigh of relief and quickly reached out to take it.
Clayton suddenly grabbed the empty bottle in front of him and smashed it hard on the coffee table.
Shards of glass flew everywhere, and a long cut immediately appeared on the back of his hand.
The room descended into chaos.
"What's going on? Why did you suddenly get so angry, Clayton?"
"That's a serious injury, the blood won't stop. We should get you to the hospital right away..."
Clayton stood there, motionless, his face dark and full of hostility.
"Sonia has never bought anything from this brand before."
His voice was low, yet hoarse and heavy.
Tripp quickly laughed, "What does it matter? Sonia probably just picked it out casually."
"After all, it's not like your birthday, where Sonia spends six months thinking about what to get you."
"Yeah, Clayton, the place you hold in her heart, the rest of us combined don't even come close. Everyone knows how much Sonia cares about you, how much she treasures you."
Clayton responded with a cold laugh, "Cares about me?"
The noisy crowd gradually fell silent for no apparent reason.
"Clayton... how about I give Sonia a call?"
"Maybe we should deal with that injury first..."
Tripp suddenly gathered his courage, picked up his phone, and snapped a photo of the torn and bleeding back of Clayton's hand.
Then he sent it directly to Sonia on the phone.
Clayton didn't stop him, perhaps because Tripp moved too quickly for him to react.
The room suddenly fell silent, and about ten seconds later, Tripp's phone suddenly rang.
"See, I told you Sonia cares about you so much. Look, Clayton, it's Sonia calling!"
Tripp said, unable to hide his excitement.
And everyone noticed that the fierce expression on Clayton's face seemed to relax a little.
"Clayton, do you want to answer?"
Tripp held out the phone to him, but Clayton turned his head away without even looking.
Tripp eagerly said, "I'll answer it, I'll answer it, hehe."
He specifically put it on speaker, and as soon as Sonia's voice came through, Clayton's lips instantly tightened.
"Tripp, what's going on? Did you get hurt?"
"Oh no, it's not me. It's Clayton's hand. You wouldn't believe how bad it is, how scary it looks, the blood just won't stop..."
Tripp rambled on for a while, but there was only silence on the other end of the line.
"Sonia, are you listening? Maybe... maybe you should come back. Clayton won't go to the hospital, and the bleeding just won't stop."
"Tripp." Sonia's voice was still as gentle and pleasant as ever.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening, Sonia. Go ahead."
Tripp responded while winking at Clayton.
"From now on, don't tell me about him anymore."
The smile on Tripp's face immediately faded: "Sonia?"
"Also, happy birthday, Tripp."
"Uh, Sonia... you, hey, don't hang up, Sonia...."
But the sound of the call ending was already unmistakably clear.
