Samuel patted Joanne's back gently and coaxed her for a while. When he saw that she finally calmed down, he glanced at the sheets and breathed a sigh of relief. He asked, "Joanne, tell me. What happened? Weren't you in the back garden? Why are you here?"
Joanne sobbed. She remembered how helpless and desperate she had felt when she was dragged into the room by the man. It was Lucille who had ignored her past wrongdoings and kicked the door open to save her.
Joanne bit her lip and shook his head, saying, "Don't ask, Samuel. Anyway... it's because I was careless."
"Really?"
Samuel obviously did not believe it, but since Joanne refused to say it, he did not intend to ask.
Zoey stood to the side with a glint in her eyes.
No. Joanne must have been hiding something. From what she knew about Joanne, she was an arrogant and capricious little princess. She was definitely not the type of person who could just swallow her anger.