Macy May turned around and looked the young man up and down. After a few days apart, the scars on his face had faded, and his once blue skin was gradually losing its color. The scorching sun had started to tan his complexion, leaving only a faint blue on his limbs. His body was well-proportioned and muscular, his facial features handsome and resolute—truly a man who could make a woman's heart flutter. But recalling the crime he had committed against her on the island that day, Macy May felt a strong sense of disgust and said coldly, "It seems you're living quite well!"

Hunter Carter replied in a low voice, "Thanks to your care, Miss!"

Macy May sneered, "I'm afraid someone else has been taking care of you!"

Hunter Carter was startled. Only now did he realize the real reason Macy May had come to see him. It seemed she had found out about Grace Lane secretly bringing him food. On the surface, he still feigned utter confusion: "I don't understand what you mean, Miss?"

Macy May chuckled, "You really are cunning! But to be fair, you've indeed been wronged these days." She gave Sarah Lane a look, and Sarah Lane immediately understood, picked up a cup of tea that had been prepared in advance, and walked over to Hunter Carter with a beaming smile.

Hunter Carter groaned inwardly. Why did this feel like one of those old palace dramas? Was Macy May planning to poison him?

Macy May said softly, "This cup of tea represents my apology to you. If you drink it, it means you regain your freedom."

Hunter Carter looked at Macy May half in doubt. Her beautiful eyes were deep and clear, betraying nothing of her true thoughts. But Hunter Carter would never believe this woman would let him go so easily.

Macy May said coldly, "The opportunity is right in front of you. If you don't cherish it, you may end up a slave for life!"

Hunter Carter hesitated as he took the cup of tea. Under someone else's roof, he had no choice but to bow his head. If he refused to drink, who knew what cruel ideas this woman would come up with to torment him? At worst, it would just mean death—what was there to fear? Hunter Carter closed his eyes and drank the tea in one gulp.

As soon as it entered his mouth, he tasted something strange. The irritation in his throat made him feel uncontrollably nauseous, and his stomach churned violently. The food he had eaten not long ago came up all at once with a loud "Wah!"

Macy May had already turned away; she had no desire to witness such a mess.

Sarah Lane covered her mouth and nose, suppressing her disgust. She carefully examined what Hunter Carter had vomited and reported, "Mistress, he really did just eat—there are still bits of flatbread and beef in here!"

Macy May impatiently waved her hand, took a breath of fresh, cool air, and said indifferently, "Have someone clean this up quickly and bring him to the conservatory to see me!"

The so-called conservatory was a cabin about nine meters long and wide, with a central pillar stained with blood and various whips hanging nearby.

Hunter Carter was escorted into the conservatory and immediately realized it was actually a torture chamber.

Sarah Lane and another female warrior tied Hunter Carter tightly to the pillar. Macy May sat gracefully across from him, picked up a cup of fragrant tea, and took a delicate sip.

Macy May angrily threw her teacup to the ground, shattering it, and shouted, "Sarah Lane, slap his filthy mouth for me!"

Sarah Lane obeyed and rushed over, giving Hunter Carter several resounding slaps. She showed no mercy, and Hunter Carter's cheeks swelled up at once. Since Macy May didn't tell her to stop, she kept hitting him, and blood began to flow from the corner of Hunter Carter's mouth. His anger was fully ignited, and he cursed incessantly.

Macy May waved her hand, signaling Sarah Lane to stop, and said furiously, "Tell me honestly—who gave you the food?"

Hunter Carter sneered, "If I tell you, will you let me go?"

To his surprise, Macy May nodded.

"Why should I believe you?"

Macy May pointed at the various whips hanging on the wall. "I guarantee you will talk. Rather than wait for me to force it out of you, you'd better confess now!"

Hunter Carter turned his gaze to Sarah Lane and said, "It was her!"

Sarah Lane's face turned pale with fright, and she shouted angrily, "You wretch, how dare you slander me!" She grabbed a whip and was about to strike Hunter Carter.

Macy May said coldly, "Did I tell you to do that?"

Sarah Lane froze with the whip in midair and hurriedly explained, "Mistress, it was clearly Grace Lane who gave him the food. It has nothing to do with me."

Macy May had already calmed down from her earlier anger. Her expression now betrayed no emotion as she said calmly, "Without solid evidence, how can you accuse others so lightly?"

Sarah Lane protested, "I clearly saw Grace Lane sneaking food from the kitchen..."

Only now did Hunter Carter realize that everything had been caused by this wretched woman Sarah Lane. His dislike for her grew even stronger, and he sneered, "Sarah Lane, why won't you admit what you've done? Not only did you give me food, you also promised that once the ship docked, you'd find a chance to help me escape!"

Sarah Lane shouted, "You're framing me!"

Hunter Carter laughed, "Now I get it. You must resent me for not accepting your feelings, so your love turned to hate, and you set this trap to harm me!"

"I didn't..."

"You vile woman, so vicious at heart—even if you stripped naked and stood in front of me, I wouldn't give you the time of day."