Women are at loss

The next day Brianna woke up with a severe headache. Her body was on fire with a high fever. Aunt Jule creaked the door open and sighed after seeing the situation of Brianna. She pitied the fragile and bruised girl on the bed. Her soul-less amber eyes stared at the ceiling aimlessly.

"Mistress, you should eat something." Aunt Jule coerced Brianna to fill her stomach as she was on hunger strike for more than 24 hours. When she neared Brianna and touched her hand, it was burning hot.

"Oh my! Mistress, you are burning with fever. I should inform Mister about your health." Aunt Jule was ready to rush out and call Satan, but Brianna held her hand and shook her head negatively.

"Are you going to call the person who caused this? Do you want my fever to rise?" Brianna's words hit the nail, and Aunt Jule halted her step. After contemplating for less than a minute, Aunt Jule agreed to Brianna's request.

"Fine. But you have to eat breakfast." Aunt Jule proposed with a smile and brought the