"Well, that's what they think, not me," said Ivy, explaining the caste difference she mentioned earlier.
"Never at all," said Adira.
"Yeah," Ivy laughed softly. "What did I say?"
"So Mr. Covern is angry because…"
"Yes, Adira, of course," Ivy nodded, then a hateful smile appeared on the corner of her lips. "You know yourself, don't you? I don't like that asshole. Filthy animals!"
"Shh…!" Adira crossed his index finger to her lips, warning Ivy not to speak too loudly, if Mrs. Csaba found out, they might both be scolded again.
"I told James everything," again the same smile graced Ivy's face. "And as you saw earlier, he got angry and raged and raped me. Son of a bitch!"
