However, before she could walk out the door, Mila Anderson called out to her.
She had to stop and turn around, smiling as Mila Anderson approached. "Mom, is there something you need?"
Mila Anderson glanced at Julia Bluen's office attire and then at the handbag she was holding. "Julia, come over here," she said, her tone flat.
Julia Bluen didn't know what her mother-in-law wanted to say, but since Mila had asked, she had no choice but to walk over.
Mila Anderson returned to the sofa and sat down. On the coffee table in front of her was a bowl of dark, murky herbal medicine, exuding a pungent aroma. Tiny bits of herb residue floated on top, and a wisp of steam indicated it had likely been sitting there for a while. Julia Bluen, having finished breakfast and eager to leave, hadn't noticed the bowl at all. No wonder I smelled medicinal herbs when I came out of the small dining room, she thought. I even thought I'd imagined it.
