After a few spoons, Olivia felt that her throat was better.
She coughed a few times and she winced from the soreness in her throat.
“Thank you, Mr. Quinton.”
“Let me have that.”
Zac nodded and tidied her bed. “Come, have some food. I reheated some porridge for you. There’s bacon with the porridge. Is that alright?”
He remembered that Olivia wanted this porridge specifically.
Thus, he asked someone to cook the porridge. Every two hours, the porridge in the food jar had to be changed for a fresh one.
Olivia knew nothing about all this, of course. She simply assumed that Zac brought it by coincidence. She nodded at him and said, “Thank you.”
Besides thanking him, she did not know what else to say.
Olivia’s right arm still had the IV drip in it. It was so swollen to the point that she could not bend her arm because of all the medications she had been receiving over the past ten hours or so.
She frowned a little. It took a lot of effort for her to even eat the porridge.
When Zac
