Mr. Ronan Raymond is a good man.
Little Janice's words instantly calmed her mother's anger, and her expression softened a lot.
"I'm sorry."
The beautiful lady lifted her skirt slightly and curtsied to Ronan, apologetically saying, "Mr. Ronan Raymond, please forgive my impulsiveness and offense."
Ronan replied politely, "It's okay, I completely understand your feelings."
After all, Janice Toran was only four or five years old, and he was a stranger, an adult man.
"I am Delores Toran."
The beautiful lady's delicate face flushed lightly, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Ronan Raymond."
"Same here."
Ronan nodded politely, "Goodbye."
The other woman was holding a large bag, and the scent of food wafted from it, clearly the dinner she had brought back for Janice Toran.
So, he saw no need to interfere further.
Having said that, Ronan turned around and went back to his room.
Delores Toran watched Ronan close his door and then breathed a sigh of relief.
