"that's the only way you can get my forgiveness" he puts on a serious face..."if you are desperate to get it". Amalia was freezing from within, shivering involuntarily.
"I...please, Sir...is there...no other way?" She pleads, hoping for a change of heart.
"other way!" he murmurs thoughtfully, rubbing his chin...He stares down at her, examining her from head to toe...
"be a volunteer servicer to me...every time I visit" He wasn't that heartless. He was a bit considerate to an extent...
"w-what about my work? I mean, that's the only way I get to make money for myself " she cries. no matter what, giving up the only reason she started this job was a big no to her...
"you surely ain't grateful...right?" he was amused at how open she was to tell him what she wants...
"not that sir, but I can't just spend my time serving you and die of hunger afterwards" she explains...she was an intelligent one, that he could see clearly.