"Then I'll call someone to assist you. You just handle the cooking, no need to wash or chop vegetables."
The old lady immediately called in the former chef and servants, allowing Cherry Lewis to direct them as she wished. Seeing her hand was fine, she then left.
Finally having help, Cherry Lewis's work became easier.
She looked at the circle of bandages wrapped around her finger, and a proud smile appeared on her lips. A little blood was worth it.
In the storeroom on the first floor, Isabella Weaver was unwrapping a package, wanting the old man to try the reading glasses she had bought for him. At that moment, the old lady walked in with a sullen face.
The Hunter Family's ancestral home was large, so even the storeroom was exceptionally spacious. But Isabella had bought a bunch of things, and the various sized boxes took up half of the storeroom.
