Despite the thought running through Prothero's mind, surprisingly, Prothero's gaze was blank, and his expression was calm except for the ridiculing sneer he donned on his face. "You're not petrified that I'll break you." He spoke leisurely with a taunting sneer.
Simon's body shook, and his fist clenched in a bid to control himself from smacking sense into this uncultured brat. Just who the hell trained this rascal?
"For a young boy, you sure know how to speak nonsense." Simon retorted fiercely. Although he tried to take a deep breath to calm himself, when facing off the poisonous and loose-tongued Prothero, Simon couldn't!
The reason Simon didn't suggest that the boy lean on him was because he was afraid of putting pressure on the boy's wound.
Simon had been considerate of the young boy and even did what he had never done before—asking the boy to get on his back—only to receive an unappreciative sneer from Prothero. Who wouldn't get annoyed?
