Diane's POV
A few hours after Jayden left, the maid who brought food to me when I was locked up in the cell brought food and two bottles of water. She thrust the food and water harshly onto a table in the room before stomping away while spewing profanities. I think she even called me hideous.
Immediately after she shut the door, I forced myself to stand up in a sitting position on the bed, then I stretched my hand and dragged the table closer to the bed. From the table, I carried the tray, placed it on the bed, and then opened the plate on it which was covered. It contained white porridge and it was very hot.
My stomach grumbled at the sight of it even though it wasn't palatable. I shrugged and dug in without thinking twice, and I immediately spat the content out. It was sour, really
