'Someone who always saved her whenever she was in trouble, but never showed his face.'
"Miss Crowe, you're awake." Mrs. Coleman, the woman who had cared for Yara Quillan last time, came in. She placed the tray of food she was carrying on the nightstand. "You're weak right now. You should eat something."
This time, unlike before, Yara Quillan didn't ignore Mrs. Coleman. Instead, she said, "Thank you."
Then, she picked up the food and began to eat.
Mrs. Coleman looked at Yara Quillan, who lay in bed with an exceptionally pale face, and shook her head in resignation. This was already the third time Miss Crowe had been brought here.
'The Young Master clearly cares so much for Miss Crowe, so why does he look at her with such disgust, even hatred?'
"Take your time, Miss Crowe. I'll be leaving now. Just call if you need anything." With that, Mrs. Coleman left.
After a few bites of food, Yara Quillan glanced at the closed door, a glint in her eye, before she resumed eating.
