Having taken a special liking to the small farms in the countryside, Lorraine paced around the backyard a few times and even said that she would like to have a small yard to plant her own vegetables.

Next to her, Old Mr. Jefferson snorted. “Forget it. Are you sure you’ll have the time to take care of it? You’ll only hand it over to the servants in the end.”

Clicking her tongue, she agreed. “That may be true.”

Her days were usually busy, and if she really had a small yard, she wouldn’t have the energy left to take care of it.

a small cart to sell the vegetables on the streets. Money wasn’t worth that much back then, and vegetables as well because almost every family was producing it. There were times when

he pressed his lips into a thin

Lola’s shoulder and said, “Mom spent the hardest days with you, but she

a sigh, the old man lamented, “That’s true. I’ve let her down the most

topic was a little saddening, and

time, Fiona started cooking with the ingredients she had prepared in the kitchen in the morning. Soon,

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