The housekeeper glanced at her coldly, as if looking at a monster: "It's not our place as servants to ask about Mr. Hughes's whereabouts, but he won't be back until two days later. If Miss Yates wants to go home, I can arrange a car for you."
Of course she wanted to go home. She would sit in the car the Hughes Family prepared for her and return to the Yates Family, letting those people see clearly. One day, she would trample them all underfoot.
"Evelyn, how is Mr. Hughes? Is he treating you well?" The seating arrangement at the dining table had changed. The seat originally occupied by the first wife was today arranged for the second wife, who was Evelyn Yates' mother, Harper Johnson.
"He treats me very well. After seeing me, he chose me right away and didn't say another word to anyone else." Evelyn Yates smiled inwardly with pride, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.
But on the surface, she lowered her head with a slight hint of shyness.
