"Bernard, please let her out. She's been pampered her whole life. How could she endure something like this? She didn't do anything wrong. It's all my fault. I'm just a housekeeper's daughter. Even if I collapsed from heatstroke in that kind of temperature, it would only be what I deserved..."
My blood surged violently.
Minutes after I'd smashed through that glass, she had already turned and strolled back to the bedroom, pausing on her way to have a servant bring her half a chilled watermelon.
I was the one who'd been baking in the sun for hours, on the verge of heatstroke!
My eyes burned crimson as I fixed them on her. I was about to speak when Bernard slammed his fist against the glass window.
His voice turned ice-cold. "Go turn the temperature up another ten degrees. She's not the pampered little princess who can't take the heat? Fine. Today I'll personally make sure every ounce of suffering Ivy endured gets paid back."
He stroked Ivy's hair with such tenderness it was almost spilling out of his eyes.