Hilla had just thought to herself when she heard the commotion outside the door.
In the village, there was little distance from house to house. What happened in one courtyard would soon be known to all. A group of people was chattering and laughing as they walked towards their courtyard now.
Lilian walked at the front, followed by a middle -aged woman wearing a green coat and heavy makeup. At a glance, one could tell that she was not a middle-aged woman from the village.
She looked much older than Lilian. Lilian called her aunt. But she arrogantly looked at Lilian from the corner of her eyes.
"Halle, Hilla, let me introduce you. This is my aunt, Lucy, who lives in the town and rarely visits us."
Lilian was neither happy nor angry. She was just not in a good mood under the disdainful glance by Lucy.
It was Lucy who begged Lilian for help, but she acted as if it was what Lilian owed to her.
