The smell of disinfectant grew stronger, heightening Bertha Swift's resistance until she finally stopped at one place.
Bertha Swift thought quietly to herself, I've arrived.
Upon hearing the sound of knocking, Bertha Swift noticed the person behind her attempting to push her into a room. Taking a deep breath, she struggled fiercely and lunged towards a wall. But her opponent seemed prepared, grabbing her by the back of her collar and warning her in a low voice, "Behave properly when you get inside and serve him well. If you upset the gentleman inside, I'll make you wish you were dead."
These words made Bertha Swift freeze. Although she hadn't experienced such things, she had heard vicious rumors from the circle, combined with Oswald Lewis's previous threats, her body shivered uncontrollably. Hearing the door to the ward open, she hadn't recovered from the fear of the earlier threat before she was brought inside.
"Fuck, who..."
