Kaitlyn Webb smiled, feeling a little embarrassed by what she had said, yet her heart was deeply touched.
She hadn't expected Emma Benson to be so approachable; she had been wondering earlier if the wife of a national leader would be difficult to get close to.
At this moment, she realized that she had been overly concerned.
Emma Benson's personality is as good as her brother's, so good that there's nothing to say.
"How about having lunch together today? Brother..." Emma Benson suddenly suggested, looking at Morgan Benson beside her.
"Aren't you supposed to have treatment today?" Morgan Benson reminded her. After each treatment, she would feel uncomfortable, lying in bed nearly all day to rest. Lunch? That might be difficult.
"Oh, right..." She was so excited that she almost forgot about it.
