When Beatrice Byrd and Lina Riley parted ways, the rain had stopped. Turning a corner, Beatrice spotted Lucille Everard standing at the doorway, staring at her. The look in Lucille's eyes sent a chill down Beatrice's spine.
She couldn't help snapping, "What are you doing, lurking around like a ghost?"
Beatrice's room was close to Lucille's to conveniently monitor the Crown Princess's health. Lucille ignored Beatrice's annoyance. As Beatrice passed by, Lucille reached out and grabbed her arm, her tone faintly disgruntled, "What were you two talking about?"
It felt as if sourness filled the air. Beatrice almost laughed. Despite the pain in her arm, she leaned closer and mocked with a grin that begged for a slap, "Oh my, are you jealous?"
Lucille's expression did not change, but the pressure of her grip suddenly intensified. Beatrice yelped at the pain and immediately surrendered, "I was wrong, I was wrong! Let go! My arm's going to break!"