Quintinus seethed with rage after a moment of disbelief. “Are you trying to rebel, Quintus?”

“Please allow them to reconcile.” Quintus stood defiantly, no longer submissive. Instead, he had a determined look, prepared to face death.

Quintinus sneered, “Ha! You’re a nobody. How dare you speak in my presence? Have I been too kind to you? Leave now if you’re sensible.”

He attempted to retrieve his whip, but Quintus held it firmly and resolutely, ready to meet whatever fate awaited him.

Quintinu