Clyde pointed at his own forehead.
Hannah then realized he was asking why her forehead was red.
It was from Eva poking her earlier.
Standing at the door, Hannah recounted the incident like a shy schoolgirl.
After listening, Clyde fell into deep silence and reflection.
On the very day he decided to take responsibility for Hannah, she was bullied right under his nose.
"Am I useless?" The thought troubled Clyde.
He didn't know how to address such issues, as they had never happened before in his experience.
It wasn't that workplace bullying hadn't occurred in the company. He had simply never made a decision to be responsible for a woman before.
"Eat your meal."
Clyde moved aside to let Hannah sit down. When he handed her the cutlery, he noticed she had taken out a complete set of sil
