"..."
Being stared at by the little buddy like a grown-up, Evelyn Sherman felt a bit uneasy.
Feeling as if her worries had been discovered, she awkwardly picked up Harry and placed him on the sofa before sitting down next to him and stroking his soft little face.
Looking at his face that was exactly like Chester Yale's, she momentarily felt as if she were seeing a mini version of Chester.
"It's not really a worry, I was just thinking, if someone helped you, shouldn't you say thank you to that person?"
"Is this even a question?" Harry blinked his big, black eyes, looking at her in disbelief.
"But what if you're not sure if that person actually helped you?" Evelyn bit her lip.
"Then just ask them. Once you ask, you'll know!" Harry's soft little body rolled on the sofa, mumbling, "Adults are so strange. Why make something that can be settled with a simple question into a worry..."
"..."
Evelyn was left speechless.
