Frieda did not dare to ask any more questions after that.
The next morning, she invited a psychologist over.
“He’s the best psychologist in our hospital. You can ask him anything.”
The tall skinny man beside Frieda politely greeted Aubree, “Greetings, Ms. Pearson.”
Aubree inclined her head. “Let’s talk upstairs.”
With that, she led Frieda and the psychologist to the study on the second floor.
Frieda followed her in confusion.
She had thought that Aubree had something secretive and personal.
However, the way Aubree was acting clearly meant that she did not mind Frieda listening in to her matter.
“What’s going on exactly, Aubree?”
Aubree did not answer her right away.
Only after entering the study did Aubree turn around to ask the psychologist, “How do I interact with a child wit
