Manuel Ink continued to leisurely play with the chess pieces, seemingly unaffected by the fact that the door was locked.
The Old Master wouldn't open the door, and Summer Sutton had no other choice but to wait and see if there would be a solution later on.
She thought, since it was only noon, with both her and Manuel inside, the Old Master would surely have someone bring dinner when the time comes, right?
She could endure hunger, but Manuel was the Old Master's own grandson and the only heir of the Ink Family. Surely, the Old Master wouldn't let him go hungry, would he?
With that thought, Summer felt more at ease.
In the afternoon, she even played a few games of chess with Manuel.
However, what she didn't expect was that when night fell, there were no footsteps in the corridor outside.
There seemed to be no intention from the Old Master to have food delivered.
Summer held on to a little bit of hope, thinking maybe if she waited a bit longer, someone would come.
