"I'm sorry to hear about the thing of Mrs. Eleanor. Isabella, you have to cheer yourself up." Olivia comforted.

Isabella looked at her, forcing a smile that seemed a bit strained. "I know. Don't worry; I'm not as fragile as you might think."

Observing her pale face but bright and determined eyes, Olivia nodded reassuringly and asked, "When can you start working? If you need some time to adjust, I can give you a month off."

Isabella shook her head, refusing, "Anytime is fine. I don't need a ...