It was now six thirty.
Celia Wade nodded her head. Her previous life had never been this regulated. Generally, she would only think of eating when she was hungry, and wouldn't eat if she was not.
Later, her life became this regulated exactly because of him.
The three of them ate together quietly. There was no excessive communication, but the caretaker could feel that today Celia was very joyful and happy.
Previously, she'd assumed that they had the best sibling relationship, but now it seemed that this might not be the case. Nevertheless, no matter what it was, it wasn't her concern, as she thought that Celia was someone who deserved to be happy.
After dinner, the caretaker conscientiously did the dishes, while Jordy Wade and Celia sat in the living room watching television.
