Sophie Sullivan stepped into the bedroom, the doctor and servant instinctively made way for her, pulling out the chair by the bedside for her.
"Miss Cecilia Branford, Your Highness is still asleep."
Sophie took a look at Lucifer, "Wake him up, isn't he supposed to take his medicine later? Let him drink some porridge first, then take the medicine."
A few minutes later, Lucifer woke up.
Sick Lucifer appeared completely exhausted and weak.
Upon waking, his gaze was dazed as he looked at Sophie, murmuring, "Cecilia..."
"Lucifer, you're ill. I learned from the Chief Chef to make this, it's porridge I personally cooked for you. Would you like to try it?"
His sight fell on the bowl of clear, soft rice-scented porridge, Lucifer hooked the corner of his mouth into a smile, "Okay."
After a simple wash-up assisted by the servant, Lucifer lay back against the head of the bed, Sophie sat by the bedside, feeding him personally.
