In the bathroom, after being tenderly cared for and bathed by Caleb Sterling, Sierra Summers comfortably squinted her eyes, her hair wet and draped behind her head. She was unwilling to move her arms or legs, letting Caleb diligently wash her.
Sierra quietly lay for a while, then spoke with a heavy heart, "Honey, I think it's very likely that Mrs. Langley today is my grandma's adversary."
Caleb hadn't even reacted to her calling him "honey" when Sierra leaned over, placing her chin near Caleb's arm, leaning against the side of the bathtub, misty-eyed looking up at him.
"Honey, I don't know whether I should tell grandma."
Sierra hastened her speech, giving a brief overview of the situation.
Caleb pinched Sierra's rosy cheek, brushed the water droplets beside her face with his fingers, kissed her nose, and calmly said, "Baby, you said it so naturally."
Then under Sierra's puzzled gaze, he leaned over to her ear, "Honey is very happy."
