Two uneventful weeks went by. Olivia was satisfied with Logan's performance. He was basically a ghost.

During the day, he would be in the yard when she was in the house.

He wouldn't even enter the living room, much less the master bedroom.

He would only return to his room after Olivia was asleep. The following day, he would already be exercising in the yard when Olivia woke up.

Whenever she wanted to go out, she would call for him, and he would push her wheelchair.

Occasionally, they would go out shopping at the supermarket. Other times, they would take a walk around the neighborhood.

Logan rarely talked. He would only speak up when absolutely necessary.

So, most of the time, people would even forget he existed.

That was until one day when he suddenly knocked on the glass door outside the living room.

Olivia opened the door and looked at him calmly. "What is it?"

A flash of awkwardness flashed on his blank face. "Ms. Fordham, I saw a kitten outside. It looked kind of