Andrea did not dare to ask more questions.

She brought a psychiatrist upon Wendy’s request the following day.

“This is the best psychiatrist in our hospital. You can ask him anything.”

The tall thin man beside her greeted Wendy politely, “Hello, Miss Fuller.”

Wendy nodded. “Let’s talk upstairs.”

She brought the two of them to the study on the second floor.

Andrea followed behind, feeling confused.

At first, she thought Wendy had something personal that was inconvenient for her to hear.

However, it was obvious Wendy was not trying to avoid her.

“What’s the matter, Wendy?” Andrea could not help asking.

Wendy did not immediately respond.

Only when she entered the study did she turn around. She faced the psychiatrist and asked, “How can I get along with a kid who has speech issues? Is there any way to make her like me quicker?”

Andrea finally understood Wendy’s intention. “Do you mean Estie?”

Wendy nodded, but her eyes were still on the psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist’s brows