She used to think her father loved her dearly, while her mother would constantly scold her over various things and even make her stand in the corner as punishment. But now, she realized she had been wrong.
Actually, she didn't necessarily have to eat rice porridge; she just wanted her father to care for her when she was sick. Even if it wasn't as much as the love her mother had given her—even half of that would have been enough.
The more she thought about it, the harder Amy's tears fell, surging like crashing waves. She tried her best to hold back her sobs, but her body still convulsed with irrepressible hiccups. Her constant, breathless sobs grated on Loki's nerves. He even felt as though Amy's behavior was a silent accusation of his own uselessness.
"Shut up. Cry, cry, cry—that's all you know how to do," Loki snapped. "I never noticed you were such a glutton before. If you want rice porridge so badly, go find Ophelia.
