Jay had broken his promise to give her the freedom of going outside. Now, he restricted her activity range to within the boundaries of the mansion. She wasn't allowed to step foot outside of his premises anymore. Since he was stinking rich, the mansion's land area was more than enough for her to explore for weeks.
Even so, Maisy felt miserable and down, and the only thing she did was sit on the couch in the living room all day long. She couldn't believe how Jay had even hired some watchmen to prevent her from sneaking out. It was ridiculous and ironic. There was no difference between her and a prisoner in jail, was there?
