"Of course, I agree. Why wouldn't I? It's free labor."
Hannah Hale straightened her hospital gown and was about to take the bowl from Morgan Joyce's hands when he pulled it away.
"What are you doing? I'm hungry."
"You still have an IV in your hand. Let me feed you."
Morgan Joyce lowered his head, blew on the spoonful of soup to cool it, and then brought it to Hannah Hale's lips. "Open up."
Hannah Hale stared at Morgan Joyce, stunned. Her thick lashes fluttered a few times before she finally drank the soup from the spoon. "I can really do it myself. You don't have to..."
"Open up."
Morgan Joyce watched the girl patiently, his warm, gentle voice filling the air like a celestial melody.
"Oh," Hannah Hale said, obediently opening her mouth to drink the soup from the spoon.
"Mr. Lorell just called me. He said they've found everyone from the Peyton family. You'll be able to get some payback soon."
