Unable to use either of his arms, Declan curled into a ball, rolling around in pain as he lashed out bitterly.
"You think the Wellington family will let this slide? I'm the head of this family! If anything happens to me, they'll hold you accountable, you crazy punk!"
Ethan turned, picked up another vase, and dropped it near Declan's foot with a shrug.
"You've done nothing but cause them panic. You're so unstable with your decision-making that they fear you'll drag the family into ruin just to fund one of your whims."
"In fact, I'm quite sure they'll thank me for getting rid of you. Anyway, enough talk about them."
"Once I'm done crippling you, you'll be reduced to nothing, bound to a wheelchair for the rest of your life."
"Hopefully, you'll use what's left of it to reflect on how you became a cripple. Now, hand me the other leg or would you prefer I do it roughly?"
