“Die!”

Quentin swung the wooden chair at the back of James’s head.

James reacted quickly. He turned and raised his arm just in time, and the wooden chair shattered on his arm.

The chair was sturdy and made of solid wood.

Quentin felt like he had swung the chair at a brick wall instead. His body recoiled and he fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

James brushed debris off his arm, then looked at Quentin, now on the floor. He walked over to him and pressed a foot on his body. “Scum.”

“Ah!”

Quentin’s expression twisted in pain as he yelled.

James ignored him and walked back to the bed.

He helped Quincy up and got her to sit on her knees.

However, Quincy’s strength had left her entirely. She slumped over like her bones had all liquefied.

James stopped her fall in time.

He pressed down on her shoulder to prevent her from falling over again. At the same time, he reached out with his other hand and prodded her back, sliding down slowly along her spine to her buttocks.

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