Chapter 613

"Matthew, Matthew, it's time to eat! My bacon pasta is the best! You'll definitely like it!" Matthew's head throbbed. He desperately tried to open his eyes wide so he could see the face of the woman calling him to eat. But her face seemed shrouded in a thick fog. He could not make out her features no matter how hard he tried. He strained his ears as he tried to distinguish her voice. But strange enough, he could not quite discern the voice's owner even though he understood her words. "Matthew, Matthew, how's my pasta? Tell me!" His mind swirled as he tried to figure out who on earth was talking to him. The dense fog before him gradually dispersed, and he could see himself clearly. He was wearing tattered clothes, and his legs seemed to be in poor condition. Clearly, someone had been washing his clothes daily. Although they were worn, they were spotless. He could still smell the faint scent of detergent on his clothes in his daze. He remembered that his legs had been severely