"How was your job today?" Friedrich asked as he returned home to find Hannah busy again in the kitchen. "Hey .. don't do the housework. You must be tired. Let Harley do it."
"Ah ... I'm fine," Hannah said with a smile. She was slicing vegetables and preparing dinner for them. "I told you I love cooking. I love doing this for you and Charles."
"Hmm ..." Friedrich knew he couldn't stop Hannah because it seemed like she really wanted to repay his kindness. He took off his coat, put it on the back of the chair, and walked over to the girl. "Can I help you?"
"No need. I ..."
"What's with your hand?" Friedrich, who had arrived beside Hannah, had seen the girl's fingers plastered with tape. He frowned and touched the girl's hand. "You got hurt at work?"
