In the evening, Amayah got off work and took the metro to head directly home.
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As she walked into their room on the second floor, the first thing she looked at before she stepped into the room was if there was anything on the floor. Thankfully, this time there was nothing on the floor. As she walked in, she glanced at the center table where she had placed the tray of food in the afternoon. The food was still there on the table untouched.
At first, when she saw nothing on the floor, she thought that Nolan had already eaten the lunch this afternoon, but to her surprise, the food was still there, placed on the table. Not even the cloche had been taken off to check the food.
Nolan was resting on the bed as usual when he heard the slow sound of the door opening. He knew that Amayah was back because none of the servants would dare nor care to even open the door to his room. After all, who had the time to think about a blind man all day?
