Richard's voice suddenly turned cold, causing the servant to shiver in fear.
"Y.. Yes, I will check right away."
Knock, knock, knock…. Knock, knock, knock….
Ashley lay on the bed, weakly rubbing her stomach.
"What's going on?"
"Madam are you alright?"
Hearing someone show concern for her Ashley's face lit up with hope. She quickly got out of bed and walked to the door, trying to open it, but it still wouldn't budge.
"Are you here to bring me food? Just open the door and bring it in, I am starving.
The servant hesitated for a moment. "Madam, you should have apologized to the master. Without his permission we can't bring u food."
Ashley's face fell instantly. She had her bride and would rather starve than apologize to Richard Andrew.
As darkness fell Ashley dragged her growling stomach to the mirror. She looked at her delicate face, which seemed to have grown thinner since morning.
She pinched her cheeks. Would she become the first wealthy wife to starve to death?
