With Julius Shaw's support, Nancy Allen walked out of the room.
This was the first time in so many days that Nancy had come downstairs for breakfast.
The people downstairs, including Joyce, all breathed a sigh of relief seeing Nancy appear.
Now it was Young Master Shaw's personality in control. Although they knew Young Master Shaw wouldn't hurt the Young Madam, they couldn't help but worry since they hadn't seen her. Seeing Nancy safe in person finally put their minds at ease.
The breakfast was sumptuous, and the food made by Joyce was still as delicious.
But Nancy tightly clenched her fists, managing to eat a small amount of breakfast without vomiting.
Julius Shaw felt it was too little and said discontentedly, "That's too little, Nancy, eat some more."
Nancy leaned against the back of the chair, saying weakly, "If I eat more, I'll throw up."
Under Julius Shaw's coercion and threat, Nancy seemed to lose her vitality.
Like vibrant colors turning white, as cold as snow.
