Amayah understood that the food he was served was not appetizing, but he had to eat something or else he would starve to death in this room.
When Nolan calmly took up the bowl of porridge from the table, delight bloomed in Amayah's heart, but it immediately disappeared when he tipped the bowl over, dumping out all the rice porridge.
"What are you doing?!" If she'd been a little slower, her foot would've been burned by the piping hot porridge.
Trying to keep her temper in check, she said, "If you don't like it, you could've just told me, and I'll take you down to eat."
Nolan chuckled darkly. "Stupid girl. You think they'll like me, a cripple, join the dinner table."
Taken aback, a horrifying thought occurred to Amayah: Was he going to stay confined to this lightless cell until the end of his days?
