Chapter eigtheen

Zirah’s POV

Wallowing in my room for three whole days was not my thing, even when my abusive stepfather tried to punish me by locking me in my room, I always found a way to escape.

For the first day, I was so angry that I refused to go outside even for a meal but by evening when my stomach started protesting and crying out for food, I decided to go outside even if it meant having to see that liar 's face.

I would just ignore him, I thought.

Only as I was about to open my door, a knocking sound.

Thinking he was the one, I ignored it and continued sulking until a lady's voice called out,

"Ma'am? Are you in there?"

I leaped off the bed in curiosity and went over to the door. Sadly, it was not those types that had a peephole that you could use.

I swung the door open and a lady in a uniform I recognized to be the housekeeper's clothes, smiled politely at me and handled a well-covered tray.

"I'm very sorry for the delay, ma." She bowed deeply in apology.

I waved my hand around her and the