Caleb Mamet's tone sounded gentle, but his words were chilling.
Mrs. Taylor stared at the man in front of her, who seemed like a demon, her teeth chattering. What did he say he would do?
Wesley Taylor was the Brooke family's young master. Although he had a damaged brain due to illness and the family head didn't like him much, his status was still there. He had been satisfied with whatever he wanted since he was a child. But now, all he wanted was a woman, who he hadn't even gotten yet, and Caleb wanted one of his hands?
Before Mrs. Taylor could say anything, Wesley burst into a wild laugh, "You really think you can take one of my hands, just like that? I am the young master of the Brooke family! If you dare harm me, you'll face the fury of the Brookes! I'll just sit right here – if you've got the nerve, come take my hand!"
An overwhelming fear swept over Mrs. Taylor, "Wesley, don't..."
Before she could finish, Caleb sneered, "Since Mr. Taylor insists, then I shall oblige."
