Learning that Abby was doing well alleviated my concerns.
âIâm grateful for your help, Nora.
Thank you,â I expressed sincerely.
Nora replied with a warm smile, âThereâs no need for thanks; itâs simply what I should do.
In fact, Debra, I should be the one thanking you.
â
âThank me?â I responded, slightly perplexed.
How was this connected to me?
âYes.
â Nora affirmed, smiling brightly.
âBecause you advocated for me to Mr.
Pierce, I was offered this job at the manor instead of facing the streets and harassment from hoodlums.
â
In an earnest and resolute tone, she exclaimed, âDebra, you truly are my savior!â
Debraâs POV:
Despite my weariness, I managed a weak smile.
âYouâre downplaying your kindness,â I said softly, giving Noraâs shoulder a friendly pat.
âItâs been a long day, Nora.
Maybe itâs time for you to take a break.
Youâve been looking after Abby all day; you must be exhausted.
â
At this moment, my stomach grumbled loudly.
âDebra!â Nora giggled, putting her hand over her mouth.
âDid you forget to eat today?â
Blushing, I nodded awkwardly.
âYeah, I got so busy I completely forgot to grab something to eat.
â
Actually, the pain of betrayal by Caleb stole my appetite completely.
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But I couldnât spill that truth.
Nora, unsuspecting, flashed a smile and said, âSince Iâve got some time, how about I cook something for you? We can both take a breather afterward.
Consider it my way of lending a
hand.
â
She looked worried I might say no, so she threw in a cute pout and added, âIf you refuse, Mr.
Pierce might come after me.
Please, just say yes.
Iâm a great cook.
â
How could I turn that down?
Noraâs promise held true.
Soon, the kitchen filled with the tempting aroma of her cooking, my stomach grumbling eagerly in anticipation.
Nora didnât keep me waiting.
Before I knew it, a hot bowl of noodles appeared before me.
âMmm, delicious!â
The comforting scent and taste of the noodles brought a sense of contentment to both my body and soul.
Yet, amidst this cozy moment, a sense of familiarity nagged at me.
What did this make me remember?
In a sudden rush, a vivid image flooded my mind-a towering figure, commanding and strong, bustling around a kitchen.
Though the memory was fuzzy, Calebâs form was unmistakable.