"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