Amelia looked into her eyes and said calmly, “I suggest you take Zoe to the bathroom first, don’t let her take a bath, and then we’ll talk.”
The woman’s pupils widened, her hands trembling as she held her daughter.
One minute later, she reappeared on the screen, her eyes red but no tears, trying hard to control herself.
“Zoe, why don’t you go play with some puzzles over there for a while? Mommy needs to talk to this lady.”
The woman softly coaxed the little girl, attempting a smile, though it was strained.
At this point, Amelia made a suggestion: “I think it’s better if Zoe stays here. She’s more sensitive than other children, and you’ll need to do a lot of things. If you avoid her, it’ll make her more anxious.”
The woman lowered her gaze at her daughter.
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