The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1892

"You insist on having the kitchen prepare food for all three meals. Today, it's finally come in handy," Dora said with a smile. "I'll just wait outside, then. Mr. Martin, Miss Serena, if you need anything, just holler."

Serena never imagined that during her unconscious spell, Martin would have the kitchen make her share, hoping she'd wake up.

At that moment, Martin scooped up a spoonful of broth, gently blew on it to cool it, and brought it to her lips.

Serena hadn't eaten in days, and with the first taste of the broth, she realized how wonderfully flavorful it was!

She had grown accustomed to the lavish feasts at the Collins household and couldn't remember the last time a simple bowl of broth tasted so good.

Had the Collins family starved her for so long that she had forgotten the taste of plain food?

Or had she indulged in delicacies to the point where she had forgotten the straightforward flavor of broth?

Right then, she wanted another spoonful, and then another, and another.

"Take it slow, there's more," Martin said, seeing her appetite return, his heart swelling with happiness. "If you like it, I can feed you like this every couple of hours."

Soon, Serena had polished off the entire bowl.

Martin gently wiped her mouth with a napkin, "The doctor said you shouldn't eat too much at once. How about I feed you another bowl in a little while?"

Serena wasn't full, but for the sake of her health, she nodded in agreement.

"How are you feeling now?" Martin asked softly, full of concern. "Did the broth warm you up a bit, give you some energy?"

"Where's my dad?" Serena suddenly asked, lifting her eyes. "Has he been in touch with you? I mean, my biological father, the former butler of the Collins family—Erik."

Martin didn't expect this sudden question and his expression faltered.