Kenneth Brown looked speechlessly at the man before him, suddenly feeling like a scholar encountering a soldier—utterly unable to reason with him.
Where did this barbarian come from, so completely devoid of reason?
"I'm sorry, but we cannot meet your demands," Kenneth Brown said, trying to maintain a friendly dialogue with the man.
"You will meet them whether you can or not!" Adrian Desmond sat firmly, legs crossed, and declared arrogantly.
Kenneth Brown chuckled, abandoning any further attempt to reason with Adrian Desmond. He approached the boy's mother, Aria Harris, hoping to find a breakthrough with her.
"Hello, my name is Kenneth Brown. I brought some food for your son. You should have some too. Your child will be fine."
Her darling son had been so badly injured; she had no appetite. Indeed, every parent dotes on their own child. Aria Harris looked resentfully at the man before her. "My son is so injured, how could I possibly have the appetite to eat?"
