Katherine’s POV
I was resting on my bed when the door creaked open. I frowned, instantly thinking it was that evil jerk again, but when I looked up and saw nanny Sarah instead, my expression softened. She was one of the few kind souls in this hell of a house.
She approached with a tray in her hands, her smile as warm as ever.
“Mi lady, you have to get up and eat this hot sweet porridge,” she said gently, placing the tray on the counter beside my bed.
I stared at the steaming porridge. It actually looked delicious, but my appetite was gone. “I don’t want to eat,” I murmured, and just like that, the smile on her face faded—the very thing I had hoped to avoid.
“No, mi lady, you have to eat… or Master Andrew won’t be happy.”
At the mention of that jerk’s name, my mood soured even more. W
