"Daddy will hit him back for you."
Felix Thorne smiled gently at his daughter, but when he saw the horrifying red handprint on her face, a pain like a knife twisted in his gut. He wished he could mince Bowman Golding and feed him to the pigs. No one had ever laid a finger on his precious daughter, yet this animal had slapped her. The blow had landed on his daughter, but he felt the pain in his own heart. This score would not be settled so easily.
"Which hand did he hit you with? This one?"
Felix Thorne's voice was calm, but Bowman Golding's legs turned to jelly, and he could barely stand. As the saying went, if Felix Thorne was yelling furiously, he probably wouldn't lay a hand on you. But if he spoke to you gently, that's when you really needed to watch out.
After all, Felix Thorne always had a nice, gentle chat with a pig right before he slaughtered it.
"Uncle Felix… I was wrong… I shouldn't have hit Nancy. I know I was wrong. Please, spare me…"
