George Quach's face turned cold, "Take him away immediately."
Benjamin Wilson nodded repeatedly, turning his head to instruct the others, "Bind him securely and take him away. If this little beast dares to bite anyone again, stuff his mouth with cow dung."
A few burly villagers stepped forward with hemp rope.
Hannah interrupted them, "You are not to lay a finger on him."
As she attempted to approach, George hurriedly grasped her, "Hannah, don't go near him. What if he bites you?"
Hannah struggled to free herself, her porcelain-like face adorned with a smile. She lifted her eyes to meet George's, and said assuredly, "He won't harm me."
George countered, but Hannah's eyebrows furrowed as if she had thought of something, "At least not now."
George could neither convince her to stay nor did he dare to exert much force.
