Julia didn't say much more. She walked to Mila Anderson's room and knocked. Mila's voice came through, "Come in, the door isn't locked."
Julia pushed the door open and saw that Mila had already woken up from her midday rest and was sitting on the sofa with a facial mask on. Although Mila was nearly sixty, she took meticulous care of her appearance, insisting on daily facial masks. This made her look nothing like a woman approaching sixty. Besides her complexion, she also protected her hands meticulously. As she rarely did chores, her slender fingers showed hardly any signs of toil. Her nails were neatly trimmed and painted with a subtle polish. It had to be admitted that when it came to beauty and skincare, she was quite experienced.
"Oh, it's Julia. Come, sit down," Mila greeted her.
"Mom." Julia said, obediently walking over to sit beside Mila.
