Susan walked toward his bed and sat on it. She looked at Darryl and asked, “Darryl, you seemed weak when you first came out of the forest. How are you feeling now?”

Darryl was stunned. If Susan came all the way to his room to ask how he felt, why did she lock the door?

“I feel much better after a great meal,” he chuckled.

Susan nodded and smiled. “That’s a relief.”

They looked at each other for some time, sitting together in silence. Darryl could take it no longer. He laughed awkwardly and asked, “Auntie Susan, is there anything I could help you with?”

Susan bit her lip. She came here for Rachel. If Darryl had spread the news about how Rachel tricked him into entering the forest, she would definitely be beaten to death by her father. She had to stop him no matter what.

She gritted her teeth and poured Darryl a cup of tea. She walked towards him and offered him the cup. “Darryl, here. Have some tea.”

What?

Darryl was slightly caught off guard. He looked at her in confusion and