She went downstairs?
Wayne Bailey felt like a fooled fool, laughing out of anger. Wasn't she crippled? As soon as she heard the door lock disengage, she couldn't wait to get out of bed!?
...
Anna Jadwin seemed like a pitiful soul forgotten by the world, with no one caring if she was in pain or hungry, or what she had experienced.
She hadn't had proper meals for the past two days, and her stomach hurt from hunger.
She cooked by herself in the kitchen and carried the food to the dining room.
Ignoring the disdainful looks from the servants, she no longer cared how others saw her.
As she forced mouthfuls of food down her throat, she was so hungry, but the food tasted like wax.
A big tear dropped into the soup, and she sniffed before forcing more food into her mouth.
Only by eating and staying alive could she have hope.
"Young Miss, please be careful, you're covered in wounds..." Nanny Boltie's voice came.
