Manuel Ink continued to leisurely play with the chess pieces, seemingly unaffected by the fact that the door was locked.
The Old Master wouldn’t open the door, and Sumr Sutton had no other choice but to wait and see if there would be a solution later on.
She thought, since it was only noon, with both her and Manuel inside, the Old Master would surely have soone bring dinner when the ti cos, right?
She could endure hunger, but Manuel was the Old Master’s own grandson and the only heir of the Ink Family. Surely, the Old Master wouldn’t let him go hungry, would he?
With that thought, Sumr felt more at ease.
In the afternoon, she even played a few gas of chess with Manuel.
However, what she didn’t expect was that when night fell, there were no footsteps in the corridor outside.
There seed to be no intention from the Old Master to have food delivered.
Sumr held on to a little bit of hope, thinking maybe if she waited a bit longer, soone would co.
But an hour passed, and still, no one ca.
Two hours passed, and the corridor remained utterly quiet.
Even by nine in the evening, well past dinnerti, there was still no sound of movent outside.
The silence made Sumr feel a bit panicked.
It was already ti to sleep. Could it be that the Old Master really didn’t plan to have soone co and open the door tonight?
If no one ca to take care of her and Manuel Ink, what would they do?
Manuel’s hand, which had been fiddling with the chess pieces, slowly ca to a stop.
He seed equally unprepared for the Old Master being so severe this ti.
There was no food in the room, only the lunch he had delivered to Sumr, which consisted of so slices of toast, a few pieces of fruit, and a cup of yogurt.
Sumr hadn’t finished her al at noon, leaving two slices of toast.
Manuel took her leftover lunch and handed her the remaining toast. "Fill your stomach first."
This was the only edible thing in the whole room, and he seed as if he wouldn’t get hungry himself, giving it all to Sumr.
Sumr broke the toast into pieces, dividing a slice into two parts, and handed him half.
Manuel seed to pause for a mont, staring at the toast in her hand, and his gaze gradually softened.
"Just eat yours. I’m not hungry!" He didn’t take it, stood up, and walked toward the balcony.
Looking at the surrounding rooms, he seed to be contemplating how to address the issue tonight.
Sumr followed him out, craning her neck to peer into the adjacent room. "Can we head over?"
In the Ink Family’s house, each room was large, and the balconies were spaced apart, unlike in Morning Garden, where they were close together. When Sumr wanted to cross rooms, she could do so with ease.
Manuel’s expression turned slightly stern, as if he was torn over this question.
Sumr looked at the wide gap between the two rooms and, a bit helplessly, took back what she had just said, "Let’s think of another way!"
Returning to the room, she walked to the door and, for the umpteenth ti that day, tried to pull it open.
But the door remained tightly locked; no matter how much she pulled, it stayed shut.
"Let’s leave it for tonight." Manuel seed to have given up trying, sitting down against the sofa.
He closed his eyes and began to doze off.
But Sumr just stood there, making no move.
The places to sit in the room were limited to a sofa and a bed.
She lingered at the doorway, going nowhere.
This stance made Manuel furrow his brow.
After standing still with her for a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.
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