Nanny Richardson sighed softly, "Miss Vanderbilt, you go ahead and eat. I'll go up and see how Mr. Russo is doing."
Arabella drank a couple of sips of porridge, and as she watched Nanny Richardson's retreating figure, she thoughtfully picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of her lips.
"That Nanny Richardson..."
Arabella stood up and called out to Nanny Richardson.
"Miss Vanderbilt?"
Arabella walked up to Nanny Richardson, pointing at the tray in her hand.
"Let me help take it up..."
Nanny Richardson glanced at Arabella, noting the slight unease on her face, a touch of amusement lighting up her eyes.
"Then I'll trouble you, Miss Vanderbilt."
Arabella pursed her lips and took the tray.
On it was light white porridge, two simple side dishes, and a couple of medicine bottles.
Such a simple breakfast.
He was such a tall man, eating so little every meal, could that really be enough?
She knocked on Joel's bedroom door, and a man's hoarse voice came from inside.
