Nanny King hadn't known what to say to begin with; now that she'd heard what Abigail Hemsworth said, she was even more at a loss for words.
Rere quickly came back with breakfast, and the atmosphere in the room felt a little off.
Nanny King propped open the tabletop and set out the porridge, side dishes, and buns.
Abigail moved forward a bit, picked up the spoon, and took two sips of porridge. Her stomach turned with nausea, her chest hitched twice, looking completely unable to eat.
Nanny King watched anxiously from the side. Even though she'd known from the start that Abigail was the canary Mr. Miller hid away in this apartment, with no proper name or status, just a blatant lover.
At her age, she didn't like girls who sold their bodies for money and didn't cherish themselves.
But the more time she spent with her recently, the more she felt the girl in front of her wasn't the kind of lover she'd imagined.
