After being in bed for days, Hazel was finally allowed to get out of bed. With that, she let out a sigh of relief.
Because lying in bed every day was like a mental torture to her.
She really did not understand how such a domineering man existed in this world. He forbade her from getting out of bed just so she would recover soon. If this continued, he would certainly cause her so much distress.
She wanted to raise her voice against it because she was not that frail. But who would listen to her in this villa?
When it was almost six o'clock, Hazel was "escorted" to the kitchen.
The servant carefully repeated Regan's orders word by word. "Since you've recovered, you should perform your duty as usual and cook for me. If it doesn't taste good, you'll have to bear the consequence
