"Finn Quincy, have you lost your mind?!"
Fiona Dalton pointed a finger at Finn Quincy's nose, her voice sharp with anger as she questioned him.
"Hmph," Finn Quincy sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Lost my mind? I think you're the ones who have lost your minds! You couldn't just live a good, peaceful life. You had to go around stirring up trouble and making a mess everywhere! And look what happened. You've turned the Quincy Group into a muddy swamp, and not even God himself could save it now!"
"...That's not... What do you mean, *we* turned it into a muddy swamp?" Fiona Dalton, unhappy with Finn Quincy's accusation, shielded Cecilia Quincy behind her and confronted him. "Finn Quincy, you need to have a conscience when you speak. What does the Quincy Group ending up like this have to do with us?"
