Will's father put down the morning paper and glowered at his son. "I won't have have you running about with that good-for-nothing Sutcliff boy!"
Willam stood up from the table, his eyes cold and hands clenched. "Then you have nothing to worry about," he said stiffly. "Grell is a fine girl and worth far more than most, including you!"
With those words, he walked out of the room, leaving his father seething at the breakfast table behind him.












