Bernard's brow furrowed. He glanced at me through the small window.
A few seconds of silence. He was about to nod when Ivy let out a sharp cry and collapsed to the floor.
Bernard rushed to scoop her into his arms. "Ivy, what's wrong? Tell me where it hurts. I'll take you to the hospital."
Ivy shook her head, eyes brimming with tears. "It's just my own weak body that landed me in the ICU. It had nothing to do with her. Everyone's already pleading for her, so please, just let her go. I'm fine..."
Before she could finish, her whole body curled in on itself, gasping for air in great heaving gulps, as though she were about to go into shock.
The "okay" that had been sitting in Bernard's throat never made it out. His voice turned cold and sharp.
"You do something wrong, you face the consequences. Do as I said."
The maids stole a glance at the horror inside the roasting chamber and tried to plead again, but Bernard's icy glare stopped them dead.
"Ivy had her sunbathe for the baby's sake. Instead of being grateful, she smashed the glass and hurt someone. She still hasn't shown an ounce of remorse. She deserves to suffer. Anyone who begs for her again can pack their bags and get out."