Chapter 4

Quentin stepped in front of me, blocking the blow meant for me.

The stick hit him squarely on the back.

He let out a muffled grunt and staggered, but managed to stay on his feet.

"Lord Quentin!" I cried out.

Everyone was stunned.

The stick in my father's hand clattered to the floor.

He couldn't bear the consequences of injuring the heir to the Spence's estate.

"You..." My father pointed at Quentin, so furious that he couldn't even get the words out.

Quentin slowly turned around, his face pale, but his eyes were cold as ice.

"Lord Sutton, you sure…