When Andrew brought the warmed chicken soup back to the bedroom, the bedroom light was already blazing brightly, and Scarlett was sitting up in bed, wrapped in the quilt with a tense expression.
"Um... Teacher, what are you doing?"
Andrew looked at Scarlett's state and couldn't help but ask.
"I'm scared... scared there are cockroaches here too."
"There aren't any, Teacher, don't worry. Upstairs, Grandmother cleans almost every day. If there are any downstairs, there's no other way around it. You can't keep the first floor of a country house completely clean."
Even though Andrew had comforted her like this, Scarlett was still a little uneasy and scared.
Whenever there was even the slightest noise, she would whip her head around like a startled little rabbit.
It made Andrew feel both amused and somewhat speechless.
He really hadn't expected that Scarlett, who feared nothing in the world, was actually afraid of small things like cockroaches.
