Learning that Abby was doing well alleviated my concerns.


    “I’m grateful for your help, Nora.


    Thank you,” I expressed sincerely.


    Nora replied with a warm smile, “There’s no need for thanks; it’s simply what I should do.


    In fact, Debra, I should be the one thanking you.


    ”


    “Thank me?” I responded, slightly perplexed.


    How was this connected to me?


    “Yes.This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    ” Nora affirmed, smiling brightly.


    “Because you advocated for me to Mr.


    Pierce, I was offered this job at the manor instead of facing the streets and harassment from hoodlums.


    ”


    In an earnest and resolute tone, she eximed, “Debra, you truly are my savior!”


    Debra’s POV:


    Despite my weariness, I managed a weak smile.


    “You’re downying your kindness,” I said softly, giving Nora’s shoulder a friendly pat.


    “It’s been a long day, Nora.


    Maybe it’s time for you to take a break.


    You’ve been looking after Abby all day; you must be exhausted.


    ”


    At this moment, my stomach grumbled loudly.


    “Debra!” Nora giggled, putting her hand over her mouth.


    “Did you forget to eat today?”


    Blushing, I nodded awkwardly.


    “Yeah, I got so busy Ipletely forgot to grab something to eat.


    ”


    Actually, the pain of betrayal by Caleb stole my appetitepletely.


    ‘s BunnyBookery


    But I couldn’t spill that truth.


    Nora, unsuspecting, shed a smile and said, “Since I’ve got some time, how about I cook something for you? We can both take a breather afterward.


    Consider it my way of lending a


    hand.


    ”


    She looked worried I might say no, so she threw in a cute pout and added, “If you refuse, Mr.


    Pierce mighte after me.


    Please, just say yes.


    I’m a great cook.


    ”


    How could I turn that down?


    Nora’s promise held true.


    Soon, the kitchen filled with the tempting aroma of her cooking, my stomach grumbling eagerly in anticipation.


    Nora didn’t keep me waiting.


    Before I knew it, a hot bowl of noodles appeared before me.


    “Mmm, delicious!”


    Theforting scent and taste of the noodles brought a sense of contentment to both my body and soul.


    Yet, amidst this cozy moment, a sense of familiarity nagged at me.


    What did this make me remember?


    In a sudden rush, a vivid image flooded my mind-a towering figure,manding and strong, bustling around a kitchen.


    Though the memory was fuzzy, Caleb’s form was unmistakable.