“Look at you. You're always stirring up trouble wherever you go. One day, that's going to be the death of your father! You're lucky that only your wrist got broken this time. If you continue causing trouble, you might wind up dead somewhere!” Helen snarled, her voice tinged with disappointment.
“Who cares? So be it! You should go. I'm going to bed.”
Frederick pointed toward the door as he spoke.
“Your father has already made it clear that you're not to go seeking revenge on Jared. Otherwise, he'll break your legs,” she cautioned.
Frederick's temper flared up at once. “Go ahead! Or forget about breaking my legs and just finish me off! At least I'll finally be free then!” he roared.
Afraid that Glen would hear his shouts, Helen hurried out of the room and closed the door tightly behind her.