"It's almost midnight madame,he could die..he hasn't eaten anything since yesterday" Carlos said, trying to persuade Ivy to let Ian go.
" Mr. Carlos," she typed.
"Yes,madame,"
"Each day, there are millions of people who don't even get to eat a thing for days and they don't end up like corpses. Hopes of a better tomorrow drives them to continue breathing. But people like your boss only looks down on them and use their money to oppress the poor,"
" I know madame, but this is torture.. he can't even speak out again, "
" Then that's his business, " She placed her phone in her pocket, signifying that she was done with the conversation and Carlos sighed and left.
" I agree with Carlos, Ivy," Niel said, coming downstairs. He had already changed into a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt. "Maybe we should let him go, he looks like he's going to die, you don't want to become a widow.. do you?" He asked and she pouted her lips.
