After she finished, Madam Dale planted her fists on her hips and screamed at the courtyard gate: "You little slut! You cheap tramp! Get the hell out here! What kind of tricks did you use to ruin my son like this? Just watch me tear you apart!"
But the yard was dead silent.
Sarah Sullivan had no intention of coming out at all.
Madam Dale was used to raising hell and refused to take such a loss, so she shoved open the door and barged right in.
"Ah!"
Madam Dale let out a miserable shriek, clutching her thigh and wailing away.
Turns out the big black dog burst out from inside and sank its teeth hard into the old troublemaker's thigh.
It took a chunk of meat, then went right back in.
Anthony Varley gave the black dog a thumbs up.
Looks like all those buns weren't wasted on you after all—at a critical moment, you really step up.
You know how to watch the house, loyal to your master.
Way better than a lot of those backstabbing servants in the Varley Clan.
