Nate Jennings pointed to herself, her face suddenly lighting up. Whether his special treatment of her was a good or bad thing didn't matter; the mere fact that she was treated differently was enough to make her happy. "Alright, I forgive him."
"Exactly. You shouldn't stay mad." Seeing that Nate had finally calmed down, Nanny Sutton was relieved. "Nate, is your allergic reaction any better? Let me take another look."
"Of course, Nanny Sutton. You're so good to me, even better than my own mother was." She meant every word. Her mother had passed away when she was just a little girl, so she had never experienced true motherly love.
The two of them headed affectionately toward Nanny Sutton's room, while Howard remained on the second-floor landing, lost in thought.
He undoubtedly felt a great deal of sympathy for the girl, Nate Jennings. 'Just sympathy, that's all.'
