Isabella's breath hitched as the scene before her began to sink in. Her wide, horrified eyes darted to the women flanking Cecile, and it dawned on her that they were holding trays—trays laden with food, porridge, water, fruit smoothies, rice dumpling soup, and other various items. The sheer malice on their faces made her instinctively take a step back, her body trembling slightly. But her attempt to retreat did not go unnoticed.
Cecile's sharp gaze zeroed in on Isabella's movements, a sly smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, trying to run, are we?" she sneered. Without hesitation, she grabbed one of the trays from her friends and ordered them sharply, "Hold her down."
