"Young Madam is putting in so much effort, did you make this dish especially for the Young Master?"
"No, I can make it for him anytime he wants; it's for someone else."
"Then that person must be very important to you, Young Madam."
"Very important, without him, I would have died a long time ago."
"Ugh, Young Madam, don't say such unlucky things."
Hope Williams laughed. She was speaking the truth; if it weren't for that person, weeds would already be growing on her grave by now.
While speaking, Hope's fingertip suddenly hurt, "Hiss."
Hope put down the knife and looked at the cut on her fingertip that was starting to bleed slowly.
"Oh no, are you okay, Young Madam?" The servant hurriedly gathered around concerned.
Waylon Lewis furrowed his brows and walked over in large strides.
When someone saw Waylon Lewis coming in, they naturally made way, slightly bowed, and called, "Young Master."
Hope turned around and saw Waylon Lewis, her heart skipped a beat, "You're back."
