"Bernard, if she won't apologize, then let me go in there with her! I can't stand watching her suffer like this. Just say it's all my fault. It's my fault for getting heatstroke. My fault for ending up in the ICU!"
Seeing Ivy act so selflessly, whatever softness had flickered in Bernard's chest vanished like smoke.
He glared at me with pure venom, his voice thick with disgust.
"Sharon Fox, you are a complete disappointment. You used to have at least a shred of shame. Now you're utterly shameless. You hurt Ivy and you don't feel an ounce of remorse. She's kind enough to want to suffer alongside you, and you don't deserve it."
"Fine. Since that's how you want it, I'll discipline you on behalf of your dead father today!"
He waved his hand and gave the order. "Go. Raise the temperature another nine degrees. A hundred and fifty-eight. I don't care how stubborn you think you are. You don't apologize, you don't come out."
The moment the words left his mouth, the other maids in the house came running over, begging on my behalf.
"Sir, please spare her this once. She's eight months pregnant. The temperature in there is already so high, it could be fatal for the baby."