"Mr. Raymond is a good man."
The little girl Janice's words instantly pulled her mother out of her anger, softening her expression considerably.
"I'm sorry."
The beautiful woman lifted her skirt and curtsied to Ronan. "Mr. Raymond, please forgive my impulsiveness and rudeness."
Ronan returned the gesture. "It's all right. I completely understand how you feel."
After all, Janice Torlan was only four or five years old, while he was an unfamiliar adult man.
"I'm Dolores Torlan."
A faint blush rose on the beautiful woman's pretty face. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Raymond."
"The pleasure is mine."
Ronan nodded politely. "Goodbye."
She carried a large bag in her hand, and the scent of food wafted from within. Clearly, she had brought dinner back for Janice Torlan.
There was no need for him to meddle any further.
With that, Ronan turned and returned to his room.
Dolores Torlan watched Ronan close his door, then let out a sigh of relief.
She spoke gently to her daughter. "Janice, I'm so sorry. I came back too late. You must be starving, right? I brought you your favorite scallion meat pies."
"I'm fine."
The little girl tipped up her head and gave a sweet smile. "Mr. Raymond is a good man."
She emphasized it again.
Dolores lovingly stroked her daughter's head.
She believed Janice, because the latter possessed an innate, keen intuition that allowed her to sense the goodwill or malice of others.
If Janice said Ronan was a good man, then it meant he bore sincere goodwill toward her daughter.
"Mm, I understand."
After returning to his new residence, Ronan first put the sandwiches and grilled meat sausages into the food cabinet, then went to the bathroom and enjoyed a comfortable hot bath.
This apartment building supplied hot water at fixed