"I've told you everything I know. Please, I'm begging you, don't hurt my family." Quentin Faulkner reached for the cuff of Seraphina Ashworth's trousers, but she sidestepped him.
Seraphina Ashworth looked down at him, her gaze cold. "Whether or not I spare them is not for me to decide. You should be asking Patriarch Faulkner."
What goes around, comes around. A person must ultimately take responsibility for their past wrongdoings.
"Shaun, I know I was wrong. If you must blame someone, blame me. Don't drag the innocent into this." Quentin Faulkner coughed violently, looking wretchedly at Shaun Faulkner.
"Drag the innocent into this?" Shaun Faulkner let out a harsh laugh, his face cold. "Was my son not innocent? It was because of your greed that my son was nearly ruined at your hands! Was Theon not innocent?"
'How utterly ridiculous. The lives of his family matter, but my son's life doesn't?'
