Amelia Wright put down her pen, tucked away the painting, and decided not to look at it anymore.
Her stomach ached sharply, and she planned to go downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Although she didn't care about her own body, if it couldn't hold out, she wouldn't even be able to pursue revenge.
Amelia walked to the staircase entrance and unexpectedly encountered the butler, Joyce, who was on his way up.
Joyce had returned overnight.
Amelia was prepared to accept the old man's disdain.
However, upon seeing Amelia, Joyce was quite calm.
He was even friendlier than the first time they met.
Amelia felt puzzled, not knowing where this friendliness came from.
Joyce smiled and said, "Young Madam, it's perfect timing that you're coming down. I made some food for you. I heard you were sick; just a few days ago you were fine, and now your health has slipped. Those rough folks like Hailey Smith don't know what to feed a sick person."
