Henry Hartwell cut in sharply, "Don't waste your breath. I won't help you beg Young Master Quincy for mercy. And let me give you a warning: if Yara gets out of her ten-year prison sentence, I will make it my mission to publish this story in the Astoria Daily. I'll let the whole world know that your precious daughter committed murder and got away with it."
Mrs. Quincy grew both furious and frantic. "If you won't help, then fine! But why publish it in the paper? Besides, I never said I wanted to pardon Yara's crime. I just want her brother to not be so harsh..."
Before she could finish, Henry Hartwell cut her off again. "Mrs. Quincy, Claire Sinclair is one of mine. You're asking the wrong person. Go find someone else to help."
With that, Henry Hartwell bluntly hung up, his mood suddenly turning foul.
'That silly woman, Claire Sinclair... How does she always let people push her around...?'
