"In your dreams!"
Cicely spread out her hands, looked at the place where Bertha was hiding, and said loudly, "It seems that you don't love Bertha very much. I can save her life if you are willing to give me your property in exchange. And you refused. So it's not my fault. How do you think, Miss White?"
Field turned his head and saw Bertha standing at the door, looking sick. He walked over and coaxed her gently. After that, she went upstairs to her room with a pale face.
Cicely noticed that the room Bertha went to was her bedroom.
Cicely thought, "She has already taken my room?"
Cicely glanced at Bertha, got up, and quickly went upstairs.
"I haven't finished yet." Field immediately went up to stop her.
"I won't listen to you." She didn't stop.
"Cicely!"
Cicely couldn't be bothered to listen. The moment Bertha entered the master bedroom, she pressed her elbow against the door.