When Nora looked up, she saw Quinton dash into her office, a flustered servant trailing behind.“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the servant stammered. “I’ve been watching over him all day, but he insisted on coming here to see you. I couldn’t stop him.”By then, Quinton was already standing in front of Nora. His little face was set with serious lines, but those wide eyes darted all over her as if searching for something.Nora motioned for the servant to step out, then turned to him.“What’s with that stare? You didn’t come all the way here just to size me up, did you? Quinton, this is my studio, not a playground. You’d better head back before I call your father and have him pick you up himself.”But Quinton didn’t budge. He plopped onto the sofa, lifted his chin, and said, “Dad’s in a meeting. He doesn’t have time to care where I go. I came today to check on you. Now that I see you’re fine, I feel better.”The words sounded like concern, but his tone was full of stubborn pride.Nora studied
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