[Scintilla]

" Over three hundred?" The father's eyes seemed to spark for a moment, weighing his options, " You'd make a good son; unlike this whining, sniveling idiot." He glared at Mei, who was still shaking and in a stage of shock, " Very well then, I will keep you, and spare the girl, for today. I happen to be in a good mood."

Relieved, Mei began to stand, " What should I do now, Papa?" she managed to say, wiping her tears off her face as she attempted to stay on her feet, which were like jelly from being knocked to the ground so hard.