Chapter 457

Betty Edith, with a pitiful expression, made Trudy Morris feel even more sorry for her.

"Then let's have breakfast and go home, okay?" Ethel Morris gently stroked Betsy's hair, and Betsy nodded, looking downcast and like a small, frightened kitten.

"What do you want to eat?" "...Porridge..." Bess Ed...

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