As they gazed at the luxurious surroundings, they felt intimidated, especially Rita. She tugged at Mavis’ sleeve and whispered, "Why don't we forget it, Mavis? | don't think it's a good idea to provoke Mrs. Fowler.”

Mavis pursed her lips but said nothing.

Sitting on the sofa, Rena was served scented tea by Wendy.

Her eyes were fixed on Mavis.

Mavis hadn't fully recovered yet; her legs were still weak, and her arms were wrapped in gauze. How could she dare to tempt Rena’s husband looking like this?