Chapter 10
MHALEE'S POV
That evening, I helped Aunt Zeny in the kitchen. I cooked the rice while she prepared the dishes. She made two kinds so my employer would have choices.
I didn’t mind at all. Any leftovers would go home with Aunt Zeny. She said it was fine—she had already told our employer. That was how she managed to bring food home, a free dinner for them.
“Aunt Zeny,” I called while she was busy cooking. I was perched on a stool, watching her work. The food smelled delicious.
“Oh? What is it, Mhalee?”
I hesitated, then took a deep breath. I decided to give her the money I had borrowed from Sir Matias. I didn’t really have a choice—I couldn’t go out myself.
“Could you do me a favor?” I said, handing her the money. “Please give this to Mel so she can buy Mom’s medicine. I don
