[Flashback]
Betty stared at the untouched food on the tray meant for Ashley. Her lips pressed into a thin line before she lifted her gaze to the woman lying on the bed.
Ashley's complexion had faded, and she lay on her side in the dim, unlit master bedroom.
"Madam, you haven't eaten anything today," Betty said quietly, finally mustering the courage to speak her mind. "If this continues, you might die."
As expected, there was no response from Ashley.
Betty let out a deep exhale as she picked up the tray, glancing at the madam's back again. "I'll come back with some soup or something. Do you prefer anything?"
Still, no answer.
"I'll come back," was all she could say before leaving to prepare something warm.
It had been months since Betty had been assigned to care for Ashley. After all, anyone who worked for her often ended up hurt. Ashley had been growing more uncontrollable by the day and more violent. The maids were rotated out before things escalated too far.
