Her Dead Child

Jule looked at the closed door- still trembling in fear. She thought Brianna was a simple and soft-hearted young girl, but man, no, she was utterly wrong. Brianna was like the mother lioness- ready to attack her enemies.

"Why are you standing here?" Jule jumped in fright when Satan's cold voice rang in her ears from behind.

"Master! Madam wishes to be alone. So, I am standing here in case she needs something." Jule hung her head not to show the fear and nervousness in her eyes.

"Is she still mourning for her dead child? Pathetic, weak woman!" Satan scoffed and pushed the door of the room, leaving behind a horrified Jule.

'For her dead child? Oh my, Lord! What sin have I committed? If I had known Master did not care for the child, I would have never told him about Madam's health.' Jule covered her mouth with her palm- her old haggard eyes were wide open.

Back in the room, Satan saw the mess and tsked with a perverted smile on his deadly lips.

"Why are you throwing a useless tantrum