Nancy was worried that, given Eva Luther's disdain for her, Henry might also face rejection from Linda's family.

She licked her lips, "Linda, why don't you think about it some more?"

"Think about what?"

Linda gazed at Henry, propping her chin on her hands, her eyes growing brighter, "I just like him! No man has ever protected me like this before! And... he's really handsome. Besides, if I'm with him, I can always be with you. Isn't that the best choice?"

The logic made sense, and Nancy did like Linda. If it were just about Linda as a person, Nancy would wholeheartedly support Henry being with her. However, she didn't want Henry to suffer the way she did with Eva Luther.

"Oh, Linda..."

Nancy cupped Linda's face, forcing her to look at her, "You're still young. You'll meet more and even handsomer men in the future. You might see someone more handsome and not like Henry anymore."

Linda blinked, then earnestly asked Nancy, "But you're not much older than me. You've definitely met men more handsome than Mr. Firth. Does that mean you don't like Mr. Firth anymore?"

Nancy, "..."

The little girl had grown smarter, understanding how to draw parallels. This counter-question caught Nancy off guard.

"Well, I'm different. Charlie and I are married; we're tied together..."

Linda pouted, "So, you're saying that if you weren't married to Mr. Firth, you'd see handsome men and not like Mr. Firth anymore?"

Nancy, "..."

How was she supposed to answer that without lying?

Nancy gritted her teeth and firmly said, "No, Charlie is the most handsome and best in my heart. No other man can compare."

"Exactly!"

Linda spread her hands, "Henry is the most handsome and best in my heart too. Don't worry, I won't be fickle or unfaithful."

With that, she pushed Nancy's hands away and continued to gaze admiringly at Henry.

It wasn't until Michael begged for mercy and admitted defeat that Henry finally let him go.

Michael got up from the ground, glaring at Henry in frustration, then looked at Linda with diminished confidence.

He had hoped to impress Linda, but being beaten down by Henry had been utterly humiliating.

Still, he was unwilling to give up, asking ingratiatingly, "Linda, can you tell me your real name? If you don't, I'll keep calling you Linda, Linda..."

Linda was admiring Henry's handsome face and snapped at Michael's question, "You can't call me Linda!"

Michael awkwardly scratched his nose, "Then what should I call you?"

Linda rolled her eyes at him, "My last name is Smith..."

Michael's eyes lit up, "Then I'll call you Miss Smith."

His tone was so flirtatious that it made Linda's face scrunch up.

"No! You can't call me that either!"

Michael looked dejected, continuing to try and win her over, "If I can't call you this or that, I can't just call you 'hey,' can I? Fine, since a name is such a headache, I'll just call you Linda like everyone else!"