"I came under Mr. Yale's orders. I have something for you. Please open the door."
Lisa was fully prepared.
From the monitor, Florence could see a middle-aged woman in a neat maid uniform. The woman was carrying a lunchbox.
Perhaps Yale had bought nice food for Molly, who hadn't been eating well recently.
Florence opened the door without a doubt. Lisa worked for the Heaths, so Florence didn't know who she was.
"You can give it to me."
"No, Mr. Yale told me to personally hand it to the lady