Blanche's POV
Joanna gently touched Carry's flushed cheeks, cradling her close. "This is all my fault. You're sick because I brought you along."
Carry weakly shook her head. "No, Miss Joanna! I just get sick really easily."
Tears welled in Joanna's eyes, her voice cracking with remorse. "If I'd known this would happen, I never would've taken you with me. Please don't hate me, Carry."
Carry lifted her tiny hand to brush away Joanna's tears. "I don't hate you, Miss Joanna. I'll be running around again soon."
Joanna managed a shaky smile, stroking Carry's face tenderly. "You're such an angel, Carry."
Carry wrapped herself around Joanna like a koala.
Zain smiled at his daughter, though gentle correction colored his tone. "Carry, Miss Joanna is still recovering. Hanging onto her like that might hurt her."
Being the obedient child she was, Carry immediately released her grip.
