She didn't even dare to set the black tea down before dropping straight to her knees. Because her movement was too jerky, a bit more tea spilled from the cup.
Meanwhile, Heath Hale noticed that on the other side, Mr. Turner had fallen far fewer times after hearing Dr. Jennings's voice. It was as if he were terrified of something.
"Truly, not obedient at all," Dr. Jennings said, frowning as he looked at the water stain on his hem, then at the freshly spilled tea. He stared at the woman kneeling before him and ordered coldly, "Lick it clean. Also, no dinner for you tonight." With that, he stepped away from the woman's area.
Watching the woman crawling on the floor to carry out Dr. Jennings's "order," Zoe Sawyer felt a rush of heat straight to her head. She gripped the door handle tightly and squeezed the words through her teeth. "He's training people like they're dogs! I really want to grab him right now and beat the living daylights out of him!"
