"What were you doing just now? When she fell, why didn't you catch her first?"
Though somewhat distant, Percy Stanton could still see everything that had happened here very clearly.
"She could risk her life to block a frenzied horse's hooves for you, and yet, what were you doing?" Percy Stanton said while leaning down to pick up Isabel Smith into his arms.
The girl's hand hung limply, not as in the past when she would lift it up in fear of falling and tightly wrap it around his neck.
Percy Stanton's hands unconsciously tightened around Isabel Smith, and the usually calm, indifferent gentleman could no longer control himself as he turned and spoke to Elijah Smith. "Elijah Smith, in this world, only a fool like you with no discernment can't tell who is good and who is bad!"