'Poor Achiera, you fell in my trap! Don't blame me for being too smart, just blame your mouth for being too spicy in speaking. I've recorded your words earlier, I just need to edit them, so that it looks as if you don't want Hans's baby. Let's see, is Hans still choose you? Or go back to torturing you even worse than before. Auuuuhhh ... just imagining it gives me goosebumps,' Hazel thought.
When Hazel was at the doorway, Achiera threw the flower that Hazel had brought.
"Miss Hazel, it looks like you left the trash in my room. Please pick it up and take your trash away."
Achiera pointed at the flower she threw earlier.
"Bitch! You think I'm a cleaning service who has to pick something from the floor?" Hazel said angrily, it was the biggest insult of her life.
"I threw the flower so it would be easier for you to pick it up. You don't have to walk again. Aren't I kind to you?" Achiera giggled.
