Chapter 552

Ava Quarles figured it must be evening, judging by the fact that Jerry had been in twice—once with lunch and now with dinner. When the heavy metal door creaked open, Jerry stepped inside carrying a meal box. "Dinner time, Miss Quarles," he said. Ava, unbothered as ever, stood up casually. She had cleaned up every last bite of her lunch earlier and now took the meal box from Jerry without hesitation. "Do you have water? The food here’s kind of dry, and my throat’s acting up." "Yes," Jerry said, handing her a canteen. "Here it is." "Thanks." She sat cross-legged on the floor, opened the box, and started eating, perfectly calm. Jerry couldn't hide the frown that had settled on his face. "You’ve got nerves of steel, Miss Quarles. How do you still have the appetite?" Ava glanced at him mid-bite. "Would you prefer I didn’t eat?" "That’s not what I meant," Jerry replied with a sigh. "Miss Quarles, the young master… he’s refusing food again. It’s been nearly a week now. Aren’t you worried abou