Chapter 232

"I don't want to eat this." Dominic's voice was hoarse as he glanced at the tray, completely uninterested. "I want porridge."

Whenever he fell ill, Elara would personally cook porridge for him. Her porridge was always nutritious and delicious, with a variety of flavors—some sweet, some light and fresh—never the same twice. Even for someone like him, who normally disliked porridge and bland food, i