"..." Behind Isabella Lindsey's ears, a sudden blush rose.
Bertha Marley watched them being affectionate from upstairs, and a wave of hatred flooded her heart like a Great River:
Why can Isabella Lindsey receive his affection!!
Why must I endure the punishment of demons!!
Why!!!
Isabella Lindsey, I swear you shall not die a good death!!!
Bertha Marley was so filled with hate that her eyes turned red, wishing she could dismember Isabella Lindsey right now!!!
But she could only accept reality and submit to Julian Johnsons' immense authority, bitterly drinking that pot of bitter coffee within three minutes...
When the last drop poured out, she had already collapsed on the ground, her mouth full of coffee foam, like a fish on the verge of death, eyes wide open, limbs limp, motionless.
Only her constantly convulsing stomach resisted the invasive caffeine molecules, causing her to vomit incessantly.
"Bertha!"
