The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 419

“That voice…“Dylan’s brows furrowed slightly as he heard voices coming from outside..

He thought. What are they doing here?”

Sophie said, “Dylan, open the door already!”

Matthew said, “Come on, Dylan, I know you’re still awake! The lights are on. Just let Sophie and me in!” Dylan had no intention of opening the door at first, but the racket outside was impossible to ignore.

This time of night was usually calm and quiet.

But tonight, the peaceful atmosphere had been completely ruined by their noise

In the end, Dylan reluctantly went to open the door for them.

As the door creaked open, Dylan stood at the entrance, his brows furrowed in irritation as he stared at the two troublemakers outside.

“What are you two doing here at this hour? Shouldn’t you be back at the Duke’s estate?” Dylan asked, clearly annoyed

“Hold on, Dylan! Let us in first, will you? We’re completely wiped out. If I don’t sit down soon, my legs are going to give out!” Sophie said, her voice full of exhaustion.

Without waiting for a response, Sophie and Matthew shoved past Dylan like they owned the place.

“Hey, you two,” Dylan started to protest

But before he could stop them, they had already pushed him aside.

By the time Dylan closed the door and turned around, the two of them had already drained his teapot dry.

“Dylan, got any more water? We’re dying of thirst!” Matthew called out, wiping his mouth.

wood! Anything to eat? We’ve been walking for hours, and I’m starving!” Sophie chimed in, equally desperate.

It had taken Sophie and Matthew a grueling six hours to get there, and that was after shamelessly hitching a ride on a passing cart for part of the way.

Even with frequent stops to rest, the journey had left them utterly exhausted, parched, and starving.

Being tired was manageable, they could always stop to catch their breath, but the hunger and thirst were unbearable. They had nothing on them, no food, no water, and not even a single coin to buy anything.

They had no choice but to push through the discomfort, trudging on until they finally arrived at Dylan’s place in the dead of

night.

Luckily, Dylan hadn’t gone to bed yet. The warm glow of candlelight from his hut stood out like a beacon in the pitch–black night.

Otherwise, with the darkness outside, they might never have found this tiny thatched hut at all.

“What’s up with you two? Didn’t you take a carriage here?” Dylan immediately noticed something was off.

They were clearly here for a reason, but they came on foot and in such a sorry state, too.

As he spoke, he casually grabbed two rock–hard biscuits from the comer and handed them over. “Here, eat these.”

Sophie and Matthew stared at the biscuits in confusion.

“Are these even edible?” Sophie asked hesitantly.

She tried squeezing one, but it was cold and solid as a rock, completely unyielding.

Dylan caught the look of disdain on her face and said coldly, “If you don’t want it, just put it down.”

He could always eat it himself later.

Matthew quietly tugged at Sophie’s sleeve and shook his head slightly.

Reluctantly, Sophie said, “Sorry, Dylan. L… I’m not saying it’s inedible. It’s just so hard I’m worried I can’t bite into it. Could I have something else instead?”

“No.” Dylan rejected her flatly. “This is all I’ve got. Eat it or leave it.”

So, for both his sake and Sophie’s, Matthew had to endure it