‘What? The kid has to be tied up and paraded as well?’

Suddenly, the guard leader’s expression tensed up before he cautiously asked, “Lady Denise, Ambrose Darby is still young. Isn’t it a bit too much?”

Denise glared at him and said without an ounce of pity, “What? Do you really treat that b*stard as Lord Kenny’s real son? A b*stard from a b*tch. What’s there to pity about? Do it quickly! Do you hear me?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll do it immediately.” The guard did not dare say any more upon seeing how