“Glenda...”

Glenda placed the food in front of Camila with a sympathetic Look on her face. Without a word, she stood up and left.

Before Camila could say anything, the door was closed again.

The room was enveloped with darkness again, and so were her eyes as her last glimmer of hope died.

Camila was so weak she did not even have the strength to eat.

In the room with nothing but darkness, every second felt Like forever. In the living room, Isaac, who was unbuttoning his shirt, casually asked Glenda, “Is she obedient?"

"Yes," she answered.

“She hasn't eaten anything I've brought, though. I think she's in a bad shape."

“As long as she doesn't die," Isaac mumbled to himself.

How could he calm down just Like that?

That woman had tried her best to run away from him.

To teach her a lesson, Isaac had locked her up.

Glenda paused for a moment and begged, “I think she's badly injured. If we don't send her to the hospital, she'll suffer."

“Let her be," Isaac coldly replied and then went upstairs.

Although Glenda wanted to help Camila, she did not dare to make a decision without Isaac's approval. She could only let out a sigh.

Even though she felt sorry for Camila, she did not want to disobey Isaac and suffer his rage.

This would not have happened if Camila had not run away in the first place, would it?

How could Camila do that?

It made sense that Isaac was furious.

Debora had been trying her best to ingratiate herself with Isaac in the past few months.

Even if he never talked to her, she would still make him food every day without fail. She hoped that by doing this, he would be pleased and invite her to live in the villa and become the hostess.

It was the same today.

As a matter of fact, Glenda had gotten used to Debora's appearance in the villa.

At this moment, she took what Debora had brought for Isaac just like she always did and said, "Miss Griffith, you know Mr. Johnston doesn't want to see you. You'd better leave.”

“Did Isaac himself say that?" Debora asked back, unwilling to give up.