Bryce raised an eyebrow at the dinner a servant brought him. "Seriously? Carrots again? Is this some kind of Shura family specialty? Do they eat this at every meal?"
The servant glanced at him and snorted. "Ha, don't be so picky. You are a traitor to the Quinlan family, our prisoner. It's already very kind of Miss and Mr. Quinlan to let you eat. Don't be ungrateful."
With that, the servant snorted again and turned to leave.
Meanwhile, in the maid's room, Yasmine was silently counting the days.
'Good, it's been exactly half a month.'
For the past half month, she had been secretly replacing the salad in the dungeon meals with carrots. Bryce should be fine eating it.
Thinking of this, Yasmine clenched her fists and walked quickly towards Nelly's room.
"Ms. Shura, I heard that I n
