Jamie said coldly, "Whether it's twenty or thirty-six years, even an eagle is less useful than a field mouse in my eyes if it doesn't listen to orders."
Jack was upset and sad by his warning.
Jack always sincerely regarded Mr. McBride, his boss, as a god. Royal to Mr. McBride for many years, however, he was less important than Ellen.
Jamie didn't roll down the window until Jack's fingers turned purplish black and he thought they would be broken the next second.
Jack moved his numb hand with the other one.
"There won't be a next time," Jamie said.
The car whizzed away.
Jack knelt on the ground dejectedly.
He didn't understand if he had done something wrong.
Ellen was so vicious that she cursed Mr. McBride every day. She was so resilient and Mr. McBride took her child away from her. So she would not be reconciled.
He just wanted to reduce the risk brought by the woman for Mr. McBride in advance.
