She had had this vulnerable and innocent look about her since birth, It easily roused people's protective instincts, and Helen was acutely aware of how to use this to her advantage.

Theodore smacked his lips together, trying to come up with a way to gently refuse her.

Noticing his hesitation, Helen started pouting.

"The hospital food is terrible. I miss Judy's cooking. I want to eat the coq au vin cooked by her. When I was still at school, Judy would cook that dish every weekend when I visited your home."

Theodore felt dazed by this trip down memory lane. It was one of the rare warm memories he had, but also one he would like to forget.

“Please? It wouldn't be the first time I lived here anyway."

Helen placed her hand over her heart and pleaded again.

"Fine, you can stay for a while." Theodore resigned with a sigh.

"You're the best!" Helen exclaimed in glee, and began to pick out a bedroom for herself.

Seeing her happiness, Theodore felt relieved. He promptly asked Judy to prepare a room for Helen.

Helen shook her head when she heard this.

"No need to bother Judy. I want to choose myself."

“Well, Judy will do as you ask her." After taking a look at his watch, Theodore continued, "I have to go now. Let Judy know if you need anything."

"Yes, sir. I won't be any trouble." As she said this, Helen brought her feet together and made a salute gesture to him.

As soon as he was out of sight, she stopped smiling. She then sauntered around the house, mulling over which room she would like to spend the subsequent days in.

When she reached the third floor, Helen stopped outside a room which had a sign hanging from the door. It had a kitten pattern on it, and read, "Secret Garden. Keep Out."

Helen glanced at Judy, and said, "I want this one."

Feeling uneasy, Judy replied, "Miss Clarke, I'm sorry but this is Mrs. Anderson's room."

Helen exclaimed.

"I will have this one"