At ten in the morning, a Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the gate of an old community house. The door of the car flung open, and a tall figure alighted the vehicle. Elliot was wearing a long navy blue quilted coat, a gray scarf, and a pair of brand new leather boots. Even though he was dressed warmly, his face was pale and haggard. His cold and noble temperament was incompatible with everything around him.

The driver and bodyguard followed Elliot, carrying expensive gifts.

Laura trotted from the kitchen to open the door when she heard a knock. She was shocked to see Elliot.

"Why are you here?" Laura froze, then she opened the door, urging, "Come in! I heard that you are sick. Are you okay?"

Although it was early winter, it was not cold enough to wear a coat.

Elliot glanced at the clean floor and hesitated. "Do we need to remove our shoes?"

Laura immediately shook her head. "No, there's no need! Come in!"

She invited Elliot inside and saw the gift boxes the driver and bodyguard w