Frantically searching for a means of defense, Emerald seized a large ceramic vase, swiftly emptying it of flowers and water onto the marble floor. In a bold move, she shattered the vase against a nearby wooden table, brandishing a sharp shard of ceramic as an improvised weapon. Oliver observed with a mix of surprise and admiration at her resourcefulness, impressed by her quick thinking in using the broken piece as a deterrent.
"Stay back!" she demanded, holding the makeshift weapon in a defensive stance, her resolve unwavering as she faced the man she once loved. Standing her ground, her bare feet in a puddle of water, she confronted Oliver with defiance. "Baby, lower it," Oliver urged, attempting to calm her, inching closer in an effort to defuse the tension. "Please, trust me. Everythin
