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In the dining room – While Doris ate her breakfast, she watched the servants in the kitchen. They were gossiping about her, and they didn't even have enough tac to keep their voices down. They thought that she'd tried to kill Helen's baby. Thus, in their eyes, she was a very wicked woman. She tried not to listen to them, but it was impossible to shut out their hateful words. After eating, she went back into the living room to tell Wesley that she wanted to visit her father in the hospital. He had just gotten off the phone, and he was leaning back on the couch. His eyes were closed, and he looked tired. She went over, sat beside him, and gently massaged his temples. Her gentle movement softened Wesley's heart. He pulled her hands down and asked, "Why are you acting so nice today?" "I w