Nathan Moore followed Samuel Zane to the study upstairs, sitting in the sofa while Titus Zane occasionally glanced towards the stairs, his anxious expression caught in Abigail Zimmerman's eyes.
There was a warmth on the back of her hand. It was Abigail Zimmerman gripping her hand and placing it between both of hers, gently patting and softly comforting.
"Titus, don't worry, your grandfather won't be too harsh on him."
Titus Zane managed a forced smile, "Aunt Abigail, I'm not worried."
Abigail Zimmerman laughed, chiding gently, "This child, obviously worried but still won't admit it," and noticing Titus Zane's embarrassed gaze cast downwards, she patted her hand again with a sigh, saying,
"In this way, you're nothing like Nathan; he's warm and open, unwilling to hide anything. You are too shy, child. Society nowadays is not like in your aunt's time. With your tender and kind nature, you'll be taken advantage of."
