Leftovers?

Amayah understood that the food he was served was not appetizing, but he had to eat something or else he would starve to death in this room.

When Nolan calmly took up the bowl of porridge from the table, delight bloomed in Amayah's heart, but it immediately disappeared when he tipped the bowl over, dumping out all the rice porridge.

"What are you doing?!" If she'd been a little slower, her foot would've been burned by the piping hot porridge.

Trying to keep her temper in check, she said, "If you don't like it, you could've just told me, and I'll take you down to eat."

Nolan chuckled darkly. "Stupid girl. You think they'll like me, a cripple, join the dinner table."

Taken aback, a horrifying thought occurred to Amayah: Was he going to stay confined to this lightless cell until the end of his days?

No, she can't let that happen. She didn't care how Nolan had been spending his days up until this point, but now that she was his wife, she couldn't let anything happen to him while he was under her care, or else the contract she signed with his grandfather would all be forfeit.

Remembering this, her determination was revived. "I'll be right back," she said to Nolan as she turned around and left the room.

Listening to Amayah's footsteps getting softer, a cold sneer curved Nolan's lips. Same as all the others then…

Those who used to be his faithful servants now cursed him as they deliberately spilled food on him. What was he to expect from his new wife, who was no better than a stranger?

Basically, her patience had run out—and so had she.

***

Amayah entered the dining room downstairs to find it all empty since no one was going to have dinner at the table tonight.

As she walked towards the living room, she saw some maids dusting some of the decorations in the lobby.

Did the servants really despise Nolan that much?

She pondered as she walked up to them. One of the maids noticed her presence and called out, "My lady, have you finished feeding Master Nolan?"

She responded with a little fib, "No, the bowl accidentally slipped out of my hand, so I came down to ask if you had anything else to eat."

The maid's reply was immediate: "The food we cooked for you has all been sent upstairs to your room, and Master Nolan's special meals take time to prepare, so there's really nothing we could spare. You shall simply have to handle it yourself, my lady."

Take time to prepare? It was just some simple, plain food that was presented in a professional manner.

Amayah scowled, itching to give the maid a piece of her mind. However, she knew that even if she spoke up now, she didn't have the authority to change anything here. If anything, it would only make things worse for Nolan.

As she was turning around to leave, the maid added, "If you don't mind, my lady, the servants have finished eating. You could take some of the leftovers up to Master Nolan. That would be one way to resolve the matter, and keep the young master from going hungry."

Amayah glared at her with her big innocent eyes. Never mind the patronizing tone the maid was using; if she actually gave Nolan those leftovers, he might very well smack her across the head with the tray.

"Never mind. I'll think of something myself."

Rebuffed, the maid offered her an insincere smile. "Oh? That's good to know. Also, the Old Master Emerson has asked the doctor to check on Master Nolan tomorrow. If the master seems to be starving, and his grandfather were to hear of it… Well, those who wait on him might be accused of indolence."

Hold on!

Was she trying to push the blame on her?

***

Amayah was in deep thought as she entered Nolan's room.

Suddenly, there was a loud 'bang' from inside!

Looking over, Amayah saw that Nolan was in the bathroom, and he'd shoved the toiletries onto the floor.

She hurried over. "Master Nolan, what happened?"

The man didn't reply, but even from behind, she could see that his whole body was tense in rage.

It was then she noticed a tiny cut oozing blood on the right side of his face. Her heart caught in her throat. Was he into self-harm?

It was only when she saw the razor in his hand that realization struck her. "You… Were you shaving?"

The man froze, and his shame turned to anger. "Get out," he snapped.

Now that she knew he hadn't been trying to hurt himself on purpose, Amayah sighed in relief, then chided him gently, "Don't you know how dangerous it's to do that when you can no longer see."

Nolan's grip on the razor tightened. "Get out!" He shouted furiously.

Amayah didn't say anything else. She just pulled out a tissue from the tissue box and pressed it gently into his hand. Considering his ego, he'd definitely never asked her to help him wipe the blood off.

Predictably, he refused to accept the tissue she was trying to give him too.

Wiping the blood off vehemently with the back of his hand, Nolan scoffed, "Pathetic, isn't it? You've married a blind man who can't even take care of himself."

Amayah lowered her gaze. "I've never seen it that way."

She hadn't married him for no reason. She felt it was a worthy sacrifice for her education that his grandfather had promised her in exchange.

"Oh really?" Nolan laughed mockingly. "What a noble soul you are."