Cherry had nowhere to go. She had never considered the Richards Family a place to stay, and now suddenly being kicked out left her feeling lost.
She couldn't even accept it, as if she was dreaming.
The late autumn night was biting cold as she sat on her suitcase, staring blankly at the tightly closed carved iron gate.
At six o'clock, when the sky was dimly lit, Gavin Graves' car returned from outside.
Cherry quickly stood up, her heart clutching at the last thread of hope.
However, the person in the car never got out. It stopped at the entrance for a moment, then drove straight in once the courtyard gate opened—
Passing the expansive lawn and the tiered flower beds, the car came to a stop at the front hall entrance. Gavin got out of the car, reeking of alcohol.
Entering the living room, the servant took off his coat, prepared his slippers, and handed him hot tea...
"Sir, madam was outside all last night," the maid couldn't help but mention.
