With that thought, Shaun Faulkner strode forward, shot out his hands, and grabbed Quentin Faulkner by the collar. "Quentin Faulkner, tell me. Is Theon's poisoning related to you?"
He bit out each word in a cold voice, looking as if he would tear Quentin Faulkner to pieces on the spot if he dared to nod in admission.
"What does this have to do with me!" Quentin Faulkner said, prying Shaun Faulkner's hands away.
Shaun Faulkner unceremoniously slammed him back to the ground. "Quentin Faulkner, you'd better have nothing to do with this. Otherwise, I will make you understand what it means to wish for death."
Sprawled on the ground, Quentin Faulkner lowered his head, a dark glint flashing in his downcast eyes.
Seraphina Ashworth's red lips curled. "Ronan, bring me the whip."
'Disobedient dogs need to be taught a harsh lesson before they can be tamed.'
