I held her tightly, and the caregiver had already rushed in. I patted her back to comfort her, "Beatrice, don't be angry. Relax! There are countless ways to punish them!"

I kept comforting her, and she tightly held onto my hand, gradually calming down with each deep breath.

She was drenched in sweat.

"Don't be like this. It's easy to make her feel worse than death, even if she goes in, she will still be made to wish she were dead." I said maliciously, "I know Hazelyn Chandler too well. She's