"Sis, why aren't you saying anything? Who bought the snacks? Was it Janice?" Leslie couldn't hear Bethany's voice and found it a bit strange.
Bethany shook her head. "It wasn't Janice; it was Sullivan."
On the screen, Leslie's smile blossomed like a flower, lovely and bright.
"Ah! It was Sullivan! I like him so much! Sis, can you please thank him for me?"
"Okay."
Bethany chatted with Leslie for a few more minutes before hanging up, her mind elsewhere.
Maybe she should apologize to Sullivan?
Maybe he really just bought her the bedding out of gentlemanly courtesy, not disgust and pity?
Was she being too sensitive and fragile?
Bethany struggled for a while before finally walking to Sullivan's study. She raised her hand and knocked gently.
There was music coming from the study
