What a relief?

Thud!

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on the woman who had been pushed down and landed on the floor with a thud. Deep lines appeared between their brows as they stared at Penny, a face too unfamiliar to most of them.

"Penny?" Belle whispered to herself, pushing herself up slightly, worry immediately shining in her eyes, confused by this sudden turn of events.

Dean, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes, his face twisting. 'What is this woman doing now?' he wondered, veins in his forehead protruding. 'Wasn't she trying to hide? Why is she here, taking all the spotlight?'

Dean slowly lifted his gaze to Mildred and then at the rest of the kitchen crew. He knew Penny well enough to guess the reason. 'It must be because of Mildred.' Penny was like this, after all—when someone she cared about was in trouble, she would always step in.