"She should really feel sorry for you, serving Mr. Hughes for the Yates Family, living alone in such a big castle; as a mother, my heart truly aches." As she spoke, Harper Johnson's tears fell freely, like a faucet turned on and off at will.
Well, her son was gone long ago, and she had nothing else to think about.
No one understands better than Harper herself what's in her heart: "Harper, you don't need to be sad. I'll move to the small building in the back to live with Little Avery, so that the master can spend more time with you." Finished speaking, she stood up elegantly and walked out, leaving behind a bowl half full of rice.
The dinner was indeed unsettling, with everyone lost in their own thoughts.
The moonlight seemed obscured by clouds and mist, like it was veiled in a mysterious thin gauze.
Joshua Hughes drove all the way towards the cemetery.
