Chances to Another Life

109. The Best I Could Do

As the days passed since the incident, I felt that the burden on my heart became a little relieved because I could express my understanding to Anne. On the other hand, that woman was still the same as before, she still worked at Mr. Shuan's house, got drunk at the pub and went home late, but I rarely heard her scold Celine even in her drunken state.

If we crossed paths, Anne would still give me a disapproving look, but she didn't say anything. I also often saw snide looks thrown at Celine when they were talking. However, I took that as good progress. It's not easy to heal trauma, so I took it easy on Anne, as long as she wasn't violent anymore.

"Celine! Are you going to work?" I caught up with the child who was walking ahead of me. Her expression had brightened up recently, and she smiled and nodded.

"How about that novel? Wasn't it fun?" I asked, referring to the novel with the theme of a story about a golden laying goose and a farm boy. It wasn't thick in pages, and was suitable