"There is..." smiled Christian, nodding.
But before Wendy could sense relief, Christian's words made her fall back into despair.
He continued, "She can choose not to eat it. However, that means you lose this game, and the price is the death of your baby..."
Throwing her arms protectively over her belly once more, Wendy glared at Christian.
She knew that Christian was settling scores with them.
Getting Zen to fight with the dog over food was the first step of humiliating them. If she did not comply, Wendy's child would be in danger.
Even if Zen were to take part in this inhuman game, she would hardly win against a hungry dog.
"What do you think? Would you like to admit defeat or try to fight your way out of this?" Christian's gaze went from Wendy to Zen.
In mock compassion, Christian said, "Why don't I give you three minutes to think about it?"
