Wendy clutched her stomach and cried out in pain. Jonathan immediately picked her up anxiously and shouted at the housekeeper to call a doctor.
Wendy's mother looked at me mockingly as if finding me utterly ridiculous.
Indeed, it was ridiculous.
The day before yesterday, I had a high fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit and Jonathan was about to take Wendy home.
When he saw me, he cursed me for being bad luck and told the housekeeper to move me to the storage room for isolation.
"Disinfect every corner of the house thoroughly. Don't let her out until she's completely better, in case she infects Wendy!"
No meds. No blankets. I curled up in a corner and survived two days on my own.
Now, Wendy just got spooked and he's ready to move heaven and earth.
I tightened my grip on the suitcase and tried to leave, but he grabbed my wrist.
"Kneel." His voice was icy, sharp as glass.
The dull thud of my knees hitting the marble floor blurred my vision.
Sharp fragments of decorative stone dug into my skin. The gasp of pain I let out only earned me a disgusted flick of his hand, as if he had touched something filthy.
"Your wild cat scratched Wendy. Today, either you apologize on its behalf, or … "