By the time they got home, it was well past three.
"Sweetie, get a good night's sleep," Nanson said warmly.
"You too, Uncle Nanson," Anthea replied with a soft smile.
Carole woke up early in the morning, her mind racing with the day's tasks. She decided to make some oatmeal for breakfast. She fried some eggs as well.
A little while later, Nanson strolled in from outside, his voice booming through the house. "Carole, you up yet? I got some donuts and breakfast burritos. Come on out, and let's have breakfast!"
Carole cleaned her hands on her apron and stepped out of the kitchen, complaining, "Why'd you go wasting money? I've already made oatmeal!"
Nanson chuckled. "I got a bonus this month! Besides, my dear niece is growing up. She needs to eat something nutritious."
Then he added, "Oh right, has my dear niece come out yet? I'll wake her up for breakfast!"
My dear niece?
Carole was stunned. Who was Nanson referring to as his dear niece? Could it be Anthea?
But the night before, Nanson kept calling her a little troublemaker, so why the sudden change to a dear niece?
Was she dreaming?
Just then, Anthea walked in from outside. "Mom, Uncle Nanson, good morning."
Carole asked Anthea with a puzzled look, "Ann, where have you been?"
"I went for a run," Anthea replied. "I need to improve my fitness. I only managed a few laps before getting winded, but I’ll take it slow and steady."
Nanson pulled Anthea to sit down. "My dear niece, I got you some burritos, donuts, and milk! You need it for growing strong bones!"
"Thanks, Uncle Nanson."
They shared a tender family moment.
Carole rubbed her eyes in disbelief. "Nanson, you sure you're okay or something?"
Nanson laughed. "Carole, you're overreacting! Why wouldn't I treat my dear niece well?"
Carole was speechless. She suspected Nanson was putting on an act, but she had no proof.


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