"Break my legs?
“Then will you have me imitate you by sitting in a wheelchair too?
“Hahaha!"
Quill laughed. Then, he bent his body slightly, imitating the posture of sitting in a wheelchair as he wriggled before Sean.
"Let me tell you, even if you have some skills, it's useless.
“In this society, money and power speak for themselves.
“And you don't have either.
“Remember this well. Willow can only be mine.
“And you can only be kicked out of the Quinn family to become a smelly beggar on the streets."
Quill looked down at Sean with a sneer.
“Who knows, I might even throw you some leftover scraps? Hehe.”
Sean's eyes turned cold as he raised his arm.
"Sean, what are you doing?"
At that moment, Fion came out of the door and yelled at Sean.
"Aunt Fion, this cripple said that he wants to hit me for helping Willow."
Quill immediately took two steps back and sneered.
Sean slowly turned to look at Fion.
Then, he looked at Willow who was behind Fion.
Willow also looked at Sean, but her eyes were filled with disappointment.
"Sean, do you only know how to hit people?"
Willow said softly with disappointment.
These words shook Sean.
A moment later, Sean slowly lowered his hand.
Willow's words had shocked him.
‘Do you only know how to hit people?’
She seemed to be saying, ‘You don’t know anything and can’t do anything else.
‘So what even if you manage to knock Quill to the ground?
‘In the end, you still lost.
‘If you lose me, what's the point of winning the world?’
At that moment, Sean's heart swelled.
"Sean, let me tell you.
“I only see you as a cripple, so I didn't want to lower myself to your level because of Willow.
“Otherwise, can you even beat me?"
Quill reached out with his hand to flick the nonexistent dust off his clothes and said with a sneer.
"You can try."
Sean and Willow looked at each other without looking at Quill.
Quill was taken aback. Thinking about Sean's strength, he gave a cold harrumph and said nothing more.
"Young Master Zimmer, don't lower yourself to his level.
"Other than lying to Willow, what else can he do?"
Fion walked over and said to Quill.
"Aunt Fion, you must not know how harsh he can be.
“He said that if I ever came here again, he would break my legs."
Quill turned to look at Fion and shook his head slightly.
"What?"
Fion was furious when she heard that.
Quill was her most treasured son-in-law.
It was hard for her to get Quill to come even if she begged. How dare Sean, a useless piece of trash, threaten Quill not to come here anymore?
She was nice to him but he refused her kind will!
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