contrite

Travis walked into the house lazily, and couldn't stop thinking about Rachel now in prison. He hated the girl, but there was a pity because she must have slept very uncomfortably.

'I can't feel sorry for her, she deserves punishment!' 

Travis thought to himself.

"Dr. Travis!"

Travis stopped near the stairs, then turned to Phoebe, who came up to him with a worried look. the man looked at the maid who looked slim again in a maroon pajama suit, making him sad again because the maid was slim because of a miscarriage.

"Dr. Travis . . . Have you seen the news on the internet?" Phoebe asked, looking up at Travis who was much taller than her.

"Yes." Travis nodded his head. "I've seen it, and I just met her in prison."

"Oh my God ..."

Travis looked at Phoebe who looked shocked, covered her mouth with both hands, and then looked away.

"Don't worry, she'll be fine. Leave her there to account for what she did to you," he said.