Chapter 882 You're a Hypocrite

Meanwhile, Daniella sat on the bed in an unfamiliar apartment. Her hair was messy, her lips were dry, and she chewed her nails incessantly.

Daniella's bloodshot eyes were fixed on a corner. Her fingers bore evidence of the self-inflicted damage.

Daniella thought, 'I don't understand why Casey gets to go out today while I'm stuck in this place? It's bad enough being confined, but there's nothing to occupy me!

'All I get is half a slice of bread each day for several consecutive days! What's Mr. Hendrix trying to achieve? What does he want?'

Daniella pondered, breathing heavily. She put down her hands and surveyed her surroundings with intensity.

"Mr. Hendrix! Face me if you dare! Why keep me locked up? What have I done to deserve this treatment? Why inflict this on me?"

Receiving no response, Daniella angrily grabbed a pillow and threw it to the ground.

"You're a hypocrite, Mr. Hendrix! You can give orders and imprison me, but you can't come forward and explain? Just tell me what