Morwenna glanced up, surprised to see Barclay stepping in to help her. From her perspective, it was already a blessing if Barclay didn't lead the charge in tormenting her.
Jethro was even more shocked that Barclay dared to hit him. The guy who was practically his sister’s lapdog was now turning on him. Jethro had caused plenty of trouble before, and with just a single call from his sister, Barclay would rush to clean up his messes without question. In Jethro's eyes, Barclay was nothing more than a faithful hound to his sister, to be treated however he saw fit.
Pain twisted Jethro’s features into a snarl. “Barclay! I’m calling my sister! I’ll make sure she knows you're done for. Don’t expect her to ever look your way again.”
Barclay’s expression shifted, then he stepped forward and kicked Jethro a few more times for good measure. “You are you, and your sister is your sister. I believe Adelaide knows right from wrong. Just because you're Adelaide’s brother doesn’t give you the right to act like a spoiled brat.”
Jethro, clutching his stomach, pointed at Barclay, stuttering, “You… you…”
“What about me? You think you have the right to point fingers at me, loser?”
Dressed in his signature floral shirt, Barclay exuded the arrogance of a trust fund kid. Jethro wanted to outdo Barclay in arrogance but fell short. Jethro's arrogance was all because of his sister's standing in the Stuart circle. Barclay’s arrogance, however, stemmed from the backing of the Clark family. The difference was fundamental.
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