Fiona rushed over upon seeing this and pushed Oliver away, using her body to protect the little puppy. "Master, I beg you to spare it! It's only three months old!"
Oliver scoffed coldly, "Fiona, I respect you for taking care of Grandma, but don't get ahead of yourself! You're just a servant in this house. Move aside or I'll beat you as well!"
The little puppy seemed to sense Fiona was in danger, so it ran out of her protection. It was barely able to stand on its tiny legs, one of which was lame. It wobbled there, barking at Oliver again.
"It really is a beast!"
Oliver muttered under his breath, and with that, his stick savagely smashed down!
Of course, he wasn't truly angry at a little puppy, but the dog belonged to Keira.
Thinking about how she had hit him the day before, and his face was still stinging now, even the house servants and bodyguards were snickering at him...
