“Don’t worry, Ms. Hunt. Take your time with breakfast. Your sister just called me and said that she sent Sonny to the store. Ms. Sox is already there. She told us to head directly to the store later. There’s no need to drop by her new place.”

Serenity sighed in relief and sat down at the dining table.

Mrs. Lane prepared sandwiches for her today with all kinds of fillings, as well as a pot of black coffee.

Black coffee...

Serenity took out her phone and photographed the pot of coffee, then sent it to the petty man.

Unsurprisingly, Zachary did not reply to her.

Serenity grumbled.

“Are the sandwiches not good, Ms. Hunt?”

Mrs. Lane heard Serenity grumble and thought the sandwiches she made were lousy. She asked, “What kind of sandwiches do you fancy? Tell me and I’ll make them for you tomorrow.”

“I’m not a picky eater, Mrs. Lane. I like all kinds of sandwiches.

“You sit down too. Let’s talk while we eat.”

With Zachary not at home, Mrs. Lane was a lot more comfortable.

Although