While the dishes hadn't been served yet, Charles Northwood finally steered the conversation to Nia Mitchell.
"What exactly happened with Hendry Hampton?"
He had rushed back as soon as he learned of the matter, not even taking the time to investigate.
"It's nothing. It's all in the past."
Nia Mitchell, embarrassed, averted her face, not daring to meet Charles Northwood's gaze.
"Nia Mitchell, we're friends."
He looked at her earnestly, hoping to get the most accurate and detailed account of what had happened from her.
"It just wasn't meant to be. Besides, it's not a bad thing. I'm doing quite well now."
Nia Mitchell chuckled; there was no pretense in her smile.
Charles Northwood could tell that, at present, Nia Mitchell showed no trace of sadness.
It seemed as if she had completely moved on from the incident, but he knew Nia Mitchell's character well.
For her to completely move on, she would need far more time than anyone could imagine.
