Just as Mrs. York's high heel was about to strike Seraphina Quinn's pregnant belly, Seraphina acted first. She took an iron nail hidden up her sleeve and pressed it hard against the carotid artery in Mrs. York's neck.
"Move again, I dare you."
Her action made the servants standing behind Mrs. York turn pale with fright.
"Miss Quinn, let's talk this out calmly. Please, don't do anything rash…"
Seraphina Quinn retorted, "Get York or Nathaniel York to see me, or I'll take Mrs. York down with me!"
The incident created a huge stir.
Soon enough, Commander York appeared, leaning on a cane and escorted by Nathaniel York.
Commander York was eighty years old, but from head to toe, he exuded the aggression and hostility of a man in power.
His presence was oppressive, and as he approached, he brought with him a sharp, undeniable chill.
But Seraphina Quinn, having been forced into a corner, had reached a point where she had nothing left to fear.
