I trust you
Ella opened the door of Mr. Stephen and gently entered. Still, the sound of her footsteps woke him up.
"Ella, you're here." Mr. Stephen said, sitting up.
"Dad, how are you?" Ella walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I'm fine. I'm sorry to make you worry."
"Dad doesn't say that, taking care of you is my duty."
“I am your burden, right?” Mr. Stephen patted Ella's hand, his voice a little sad.
"No. I am lucky to be your daughter.”
Ella's phone rang. She took out her phone and looked at it softly. "I'm out on the phone for a while, I'll be back soon." She said and walked out of the room.
"Wazzup? We just said goodbye for a few minutes.” Ella said politely. Although she is not the daughter of a noble family, she was raised from a young age to be polite when talking
