Fiona Schmidt, being perceptive, understood his meaning. She smiled faintly and nodded, "I will..."
Upon hearing her say that, the man finally felt relieved. He turned to leave, saying to her before he left, "Have a good rest. I'll have someone bring food over."
After speaking, he closed the door.
Fiona stared blankly at the off-white door for a long time, her mind completely blank, truly thinking about nothing...
It was unknown how much time passed when the door was pushed open again. Emma Benson knocked and came in, followed by Frederick. The old butler carried a tray with light food such as millet porridge, milk, and fruit.
"You drank so much last night, your stomach must not feel well. Fiona, the butler has prepared some light porridge, get up and eat some..." Emma Benson sat by the bed, smiling as she took her hand.
Fiona refocused her attention and slowly sat up without saying a word, picking up the bowl and eating in large mouthfuls.
