As Iris' eyes managed to focus better, she noticed a small bag hanging from the feline's mouth. It brought her something.
Although Iris was imprisoned in the basement of the mansion, simple air vents still connected the holding cell to the above ground. It seems that Whiskers managed to traverse through the small gap.
The smell of freshly baked bread and seasoned meats filled Iris' nostrils and she immediately began salivating on instinct. She only received soupy gruel ever since being captured by Gilbert, and he strictly forbade all personnel to feed her anything beyond that. Therefore, Sarah was risking her life by doing what she was doing.
Evidently, her kind heart could no longer take it. Probably everyone in the household knew what was going on down here since Iris' screaming was not only strained but extremely loud. However, no one dared to stand up to him up until today.
