"Grandpa, don't worry. We're not bad people. Zelda works at our house. She even made me a delicious strawberry cake! She said that her daughter likes strawberry cake the most."
The little girl seemed to smile when she heard strawberry cake.
"We came here today because Zelda is back as well. She'll be here soon. She told us to wait here for a while."
Lauren's harmless face quickly put Zeline Lambert's guard down.
He was already seventy-one years old this year. His son, whom he had painstakingly raised a few years ago, had passed away. Now, he only wanted to live in peace. He did not want anything bad to happen to him.
The house was not big. There were two rooms and a living room. The lighting was very poor. Even though it was broad daylight, it was very dark.
The tables and chairs inside seemed to have been used for a long time, and they were badly worn.
