"But why didn't you tell me about recognizing a godbrother? Did you think I would stop you?"
Amos Smith pulled the young girl by her waist, and with a gentle tug, drew her into his embrace. Then, using his index finger, he lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Even if his orientation is different from ours, or even if it's the same, as long as he doesn't have that kind of intention towards you, I wouldn't stop you two from interacting."
Bertha Haines brushed aside the man's hand, her tone very cold.
"General Manager Smith, I don't understand what you're saying. No matter how good the relationship is, two people don't need to report everything to each other, let alone... between us."
Amos Smith was frustrated by the young girl's words: "Are you deliberately trying to irritate me?"
Bertha Haines snorted, "How would I dare?"
Amos Smith stared at the young girl in his arms for a long time, finally sighing softly, sounding particularly helpless.
