Ariel Morris couldn't see, but from Jorge Saxton's tone, she felt that Eleven's hand injury wasn't light.
A burn——-
Ariel Morris tightened her grip on the spoon, her voice slightly hoarse: "Eleven, all the soups and porridge I've been eating lately... were they made by you?"
Jorge Saxton's gaze instantly fell on Camden's hand as he applied medicine for Eleven. The burn truly resembled it. He fixed his eyes on Eleven's cold and indifferent face, which had become thinner, and spoke in a deep voice: "Eleven, you've put your heart into it."
Ariel Morris held the spoon, her throat somewhat choked up. She realized that all the food she had eaten in recent days had been painstakingly made by Eleven, who had never entered the kitchen, but learned to cook just so she could eat more, despite his hands being burned and not uttering a word of complaint.
Camden applied medicine to Eleven.
Silently, Ariel Morris drained her soup completely, not leaving a single drop.
