I threw the bloody vase shards at Samuel again.
He sneered, "How can anyone call that ugly?"
"Back then, I was stabbed eighteen times saving you; my intestines spilling out."
"You held my entrails with one hand and carried me on your back for miles across a blood-soaked road with the other. It was a horrific sight."
The mention of those bloody memories made the girl in Samuel's arms tremble.
Samuel immediately covered her ears, his brow tightening.
"Don't say that around her."
"She's not like you. If she hears that, she'll be terrified and won't sleep."
Of course, she was different.
At her age, had I seen Samuel beaten...
I would have drawn my knife and cut him down, risking my life.
Perhaps she feared I'd expose what happened before.
Samuel sighed and signaled his men to leave.
The girl was fragile, clutching the hem of his coat, unwilling to let go.