When the two entered the house again, the table was already full of dishes. The two elderly people usually didn't eat much, and these dishes were made by rummaging through the fridge.
Natalie Vaughn rarely saw such home-cooked meals and her eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement.
She pointed at the table, showing off to Zane Thorne.
"I contributed to these dishes too."
The room was brightly lit, and Zane finally saw Natalie's current appearance clearly. Not only was her face covered in gray dust, but her white down jacket was also stained with soot.
Uncle Sheffield brought out a bucket of liquor and placed it down with a thud.
"You made yourself look like a mess while burning the fire and you're proud of it?"
Natalie: ...Mess?
Baffled, she raised her hand to cover her face.
"What's wrong with me?"
At this, Zane noticed the injury on Natalie's hand. Her originally fair and slender fingers were now bruised and swollen.
