The maid walked to the backyard and saw Luca pressing on her chest as though she was feeling uncomfortable. She asked, "Ms. Craw, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine," Luca replied. She looked at the maid and smiled, then noticed that she was carrying a basket. There were some fresh tomatoes as well as other fruits and vegetables that were currently in season. She asked, "Are these planted in the backyard?"

"Yes. Ms. Rayne is usually free, so she'd plant some flowers in the front yard and fruits and vegetables in the backyard. Look at how fresh the vegetables are. These were all planted by her. No pesticides were added. They're safe and healthy to eat," replied the maid while showing the fruits and vegetables in the basket to Luca.

Luca asked, "Can I take a look at the backyard?"

"You're the guest. Make yourself at home. But there's a pond in the backyard, so do be careful. Don't fall in," the maid reminded her.

Luca nodded and headed to the backyard.

There were all sorts of fruits and vegetables planted in the backyard. The villa looked small on the outside, but she realized it was not that small after she walked around the place.

Besides, Wanda had made good use of the corners of the yard. Luca looked at the sweet corn and tomatoes that were growing. She took a deep breath.

It was the smell of nature.

She recalled that when she was staying in the village years ago, Wanda was not married yet and would return home to help out at the farm after she got off work. She would plant all sorts of plants in the yard. Everything was nicely done, and the place looked like a little farm.

However, this did not last long. After that, Wanda got married and her father married another woman. No one was there to take care of the small yard, so the fruits and vegetables planted were shoveled out and the place was abandoned.

Luca continued to tour around. Just then, she heard the doorbell ring in the villa.

She wondered who would be here at this hour.

Luca headed to the front yard and ran into the maid who was in a hurry to open the door.

The maid accidentally stepped on Luca's foot, and she stopped immediately to apologize. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Ms. Craw. I didn't mean to."

doesn't hurt,"

in the villa rang again

let out a sigh and said,

“Who?" Luca asked unconsciously.

let me get the door. Otherwise, I'm going to get scolded again

as the maid hurriedly went to open the door. She wondered who the unwelcome guest could

the maid and headed

are you leaving?" The maid asked when she saw

“I just want

Why did she want to know who was here? She sounded

was because if she did not open the door soon, the person at the door would

doorbell kept ringing. Hence, even if the person was unwelcome, she had to open the door and

to the door

had changed a lot, she could still recognize her. The woman standing

was still in prison serving her sentence.

Marie without saying a

why are you here again?" The maid held the door with her hand to prevent her

is my grandpa's house, which means it's also my house. Why am I not allowed to go in? Step aside. I'm

she intended to take

could

grandfather used to look down on her, her grandpa and aunt were staying in a villa now. Marie

do with them. You're not even related to them. Don't come in. Otherwise, I'll call the police." The maid threatened

families, she had never met someone so difficult to deal

police? What makes you think that you can call the police?!" Marie widened her eyes. "Even though I'm not related to them, we're still a family. Bianca isn't related to them either but didn't they accept Luke Crawford's kindness? Why are they saying that there are no

talking about. She was merely a worker. She replied, "Ms. Marie, it was Ms. Rayne who said that. No one wants you here. Please stop harassing us." “That's what she said? Why? Why is she so supercilious when she's just riding on Luke's coattail? My mother is still her younger brother's lawfully wedded wife. She just doesn't

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