In the Anderson's mansion.
The sudden appearance of the two people made the atmosphere livelier.
The air was filled with the fragrance of the fruits and the food.
Orlenna came out of the kitchen with the fried fish she had just made. She looked at the people in the room and urged, "Is Bruce still not back yet?"
Hilla put down the small ball in her hand and replied, "I've already made a call. He was on the way. He should be home soon."
Orlenna nodded. "He should be back quicker since his sister is back."
Hilla smiled. Although Orlenna was complaining, she knew that she missed Margaret and cared about her two children.
"Where's Margaret?"
Orlenna's gaze never left the other people in the room, especially Margaret, who came home today.
She had personally cooked Margaret's favorite dishes. If Margaret was gone, wouldn't it be a waste of her efforts?
Hilla raised her head and saw Margaret slowly coming down from the second floor.
Margaret looked gloomy.
