He pointed a shaking finger at me . " It was her ! She locked me in that water cell ! She deprived me of sleep , starved me , and forced me to eat rotten food ! " I smiled slightly as I looked at him . " Yet you always licked the bowl clean though , didn't you , Mr. Goodwin ? " Human survival instincts were truly remarkable . I had ordered the guards to deliver just one meal of cold , rancid oatmeal per day . At first , Lucas proudly declared he would rather starve than touch such food . He was the chairman of Goodwin's Group , after all . But after three days without food , pride became meaningless . They fought over that putrid oatmeal and even licked their bowls clean . Lucas glared at me savagely . " You vicious witch ! Now that my father is here , your little game is over- " Sometimes I marveled at life's scales of balance . When it gave you one thing , it would always take away another . Clearly , Lucas's intelligence had been traded for his looks . Before he could finish his threat , Bernard struck him across the head . " You disgrace ! Are you trying to give me a heart attack ?! Get on your knees and apologize to Ms. Windsong right now . " Lucas turned to his father . His face twisted in betrayal . " Why should I apologize ? She tortured me for days ! Instead of having my back , why are you taking her side ?! " Bernard looked at his clueless son in despair . He was truly at his wit's end . Since my mother had given strict instructions , Bernard could not reveal my identity . He could only vent his frustration by kicking Lucas behind the knees and forcing him to kneel before me .