"...Really?" His voice deepened as he looked at her, his gaze softening considerably.
Anne Sutton cleared her throat. "Just try it later! I actually really hope your relationship with your mother can improve. After all, you've been hoping for it for so many years, haven't you?"
Nathan Fawcett nodded. "Yeah."
"I'll go to the hospital after work tomorrow. I'll get up early, bring her something to eat, and show her some extra care on your behalf."
The thought of how much Anna Linden seemed to despise her still made Anne Sutton a little upset...
But she still wanted to see Nathan Fawcett get his wish.
Nathan Fawcett said, "You don't have to. If you have the time, you should just rest. I'll ask her about it. Or if that doesn't work, I'll just cook for her myself."
The corner of Anne Sutton's mouth twitched. "Aren't you afraid she'll get so angry she throws you out? Don't you have any idea how bad your cooking is?"
