Once the lofty young lady of the Fisher family, Celine had now become a dog of a mourning family, driven away and insulted wherever she went.

“Where is she?” Emma asked coldly.

“In the backyard, on the swing frame. I don’t know what she’s thinking, but she’s been sitting there for a long time.”

After the maid finished speaking, the three missuses of the Fisher family walked angrily toward the backyard.

The housekeeper needed to decide whether to inform Adrian or not. After thinking for a mom