Theon flew into a rage and roared, "Who the hell is it, coming to Sovereign's Apothecary to cause trouble?"

Titus' voice trembled. "I-It's Andrew Lloyd. Get over here quickly! Today, our apothecary is in serious trouble. If we don't work together, we'll probably have to close down tomorrow!"

Theon's legs gave out as he slumped into his chair, his face drained of color. "Damn it, speak of the devil, and he appears. How dare he?! I'll see what he can do!"

Feeling utterly humiliated, Theon storm