Keila Forger's Point of View
They were about to go at it again when Mrs. Harris came back with the heated soup in her hands.
How long have I been unconscious? It seems like it's already dark outside. Six hours? Is it evening now? But that won't be enough if Caspian managed to come here.
"Eat slowly, no one here is going to take the food from you."
I also wanted to, Mrs. Harris. If only I am not starving like a beggar, I am willing to eat very slowly as you wish.
Mrs. Harris looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Ah nothing," I said, brushing off my previous thoughts and began eating slowly. Did she sense it? No? "Haha, what time is it now, Mrs. Harris?"
"It's four in the morning. You did not wake up for more than half of a day."
What? I quickly searched for my phone beside my
