Delia had been silently observing the goings on, keeping her voice out of the conversation because she knew her annoyance at the older woman's presence would color her tone. And she had managed to learn something valuable. Viv used to be with Fisher, and that little jem negated her father's orders to be civil to the woman, it was now feeding time in the shark tank.
As far as she was concerned that whore had made her father bleed as much as Fisher did and she would share in his punishment.
She had been prepared to help her father but he was up and away before she could make a move. Viv was pathetic, crying out, looking shocked, Delia had seen too many men get hit for it to phase her and the quickness with which her father rose told her not to worry too much for him. And remarkably she was able to hold herself back, knowing how bad it would look if she hauled off and hit Fisher in return, even as rage had quickly filled her little frame, but she was surprisingly calm, Harry would get his soon enough and at her hands, she was very patient and would wait years just to put this one encounter to rest, if she had to.
She watched her father go before turning her eyes to Harry. "I hope you are pleased with youself, Mr. Fisher," she said coolly, enjoying the fact that Harry had been so public with his actions. "As this does not bode very well for you and the future of your little catamites."