Mister Yates lamented, "Things never happen if it's not the time, but when they happen, we can't avoid them. Yvonne's an adule now, she should know about it."

Missus Yates hesitated, "But I... I'm afraid Yvonne..."

"She's your own daughter, what are you afraid of?" Mister Yates put his arms around Missus Yates.

Missus Yates's eyes turned red, "We were supposed to go shopping and cook a delicious meal for our daughter to appease her. Now we have come back empty-handed, ah..."

"It's okay." Mister Yates comforted his wife.

At that moment, a chirpy voice suddenly spoke, "Dad! Mom! Aren't you afraid of being seen? You're an old couple, but you're still so lovey-dovey. I'm jealous! Hmph!"

The couple turned around and saw Yvonne carrying groceries and breakfast in her hands.

"Where have you… where have you been, girl?" There was an obvious panic in Missus Yates' eyes.

If Yvonne also went to the farmer's market, did she witness the scene at the farmer's market?

Yvonne immediately sai