“That’s enough…” Henry interrupted Spencer. The latter bowed his head and did not speak anymore.

“I’m sorry, I’ve said too much.”

Spencer kicked himself. He knew that his words must have felt like knives in Henry’s heart.

If this were any other day, Henry would have lost his temper long ago. But that day, he allowed Spencer to finish.

He intended to help Henry realize his mistake to avoid repeating it.

“I’ll think about it,” Henry sighed. “What are you waiting for? Wheel me in.”

“Are you hungry? Should I ask

dejected. “I

some hot cross

Berry?” Henry recalled. “Yes,

explained. “They said when she was young, she took care of Ms. Windt’s father, and then her, and now her three children. She’s like family to Ms. Windt and

Henry said. “An old maid who is willing to care for three generations even when the family was in shambles. This shows the loyalty of Mrs. Berry, and

agree.” Spencer nodded with

to be speaking so kindly on his behalf, haven’t you?” Henry scolded suddenly, changing his tune, “You are

with

Spencer. He suddenly touched his stomach and said, “I’m a little

Spencer in delight. He ordered the kitchen to heat the buns. “Oh, bring a glass of warm milk for

glasses!” Henry corrected. “It’s

accompany you,

had already streamed through the window onto her face with a touch of

eyes from the light and squinted at the foliage outside in a

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