Ella Lacey was under house arrest.
Dariel Cooper had six people guarding the exits of Ella Lacey's room, including the door and windows.
Three days had passed since Arthur Lindsey was sent down the mountain, and she hadn't gone anywhere.
She couldn't even step out of her room.
The food that Randall Foster had personally brought was all knocked over by her.
This morning, Vermes Marley brought food, carrying a plate of vegetables, a basket of steamed dumplings, and a bowl of millet porridge.
While Ella Lacey was lying in bed, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, mumbling, "You're not the mother I know... You are so heartless... Not letting me return with Arthur... Not allowing me to go out... You're all bad, all bad..."
"Ella Lacey, have you had enough of your tantrum!"
Vermes Marley put the food on a small table next to the bed, leaned over, his blue eyes piercing into hers like daggers, "Do you think by starving yourself, you will be free?"
