Elizabeth was in a panic, silently cursing Nevaeh in her mind.
She had brought her here herself, who could've guessed that Nevaeh would suddenly run off?
"Cyrille, I really brought her here, but she's too clever. She managed to escape," Elizabeth stammered, her voice trembling.
"That is your problem," Cyrille said coldly. His icy gaze cut straight through her, making her heart race with an inexplicable fear.
"I-I'll go find her right now!" Elizabeth blurted, terrified.
The memory of his ruthless expression flashed in her mind, and she didn't dare say another word.
She turned and ran off to search for Nevaeh, her heart pounding with dread.
If she didn't find her soon, Cyrille would take his anger out on her again and she couldn't survive another one of his punishments.
Meanwhile, Nevaeh crouched quietly behind a large cardboard box. After Elizabeth left, she waited for Cyrille to go before trying to sneak out.
