Camila nodded, feeling much reassured by the doctor's words.
"Oh, and if Mr. Howard wakes up, remember to keep his diet light, preferably ask the servant to prepare some porridge or something, it'll help with his wounds," the doctor advised before he left.
Camila nodded again.
But as soon as he left, she became completely stupefied.
Porridge?
She walked into the kitchen and took a look at the well-stocked cookware. Making porridge...
I don't know how much time had passed when Clayton Howard on the bed in the bedroom seemed much more relaxed and slowly opened his eyelids.
He looked around the empty room, frowning slightly.
Following that, he seemed to smell something...
With a puzzled heart, he struggled to get up and walked out of the bedroom.
Just as he went downstairs, that strange smell grew even more intense.
He frowned and walked towards the kitchen.
Upon entering the kitchen, he saw that familiar figure busily scurrying to and fro amidst chaos.
