Chapter Fifty “Child?” a voice behind her uttered. She glances at the old man with spectacles and wearing a white coat. “Doctor,” she mumbled and faced him. “Why are you here?” he asks, “Did you have your breakfast?” the man asks. “I didn’t” she answered. “You’re thinner than before, you shouldn’t skip your breakfast,” the doctor replied and notices her swelling wrist. “Good thing that my wife cooks a lot of food, let’s eat this at the infirmary,” he said and smiled brightly as he slightly lifted the basket where his wife put the food, “And let me see that wrist of yours,” the old man added. Her serious face softened. “Yes sir,” Celine answered. After the priest exited the dining room, Mathew glanced at his father sitting opposite him. “I lost my appetite, p

