Elaris POV
He stood up to leave then, still chugging on the whiskey like it were water. "You can't do this, Torren. It was agreed that I will get to choose the maids myself, and then you will approve it." I called after him as he continued to the door.
"No one made any such agreement with you, doctor." He grunted over his shoulder, and he kept on his powerful gait to the door.
"You will have to rescind this decision, Torren. Or like I said, I will be forwarding my complaints to your brothers."
"Let's see how that works out for you." He chucked darkly. I couldn't see his face him since his back was to me, but I could swear he did. I could swear the bastard did.
As much as I hated to even pursue this conversation further with him and answer to his overinflated ego, I had to do something. This was my chance to get Mom away from the heavy chores and grueling labor she was being subjected to. I just couldn't let this go.
