Back then, if Ella Jackson hadn't been implicated by her and forced to give up her acting career, with her hard work, she wouldn't have ended up as a minor, unknown actress.
If Ella hadn't been there to help her take care of her two babies over the past few years, she wouldn't have been able to make it this far on her own.
She owed her so much.
"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say!" Ella Jackson placed her suitcase at the door, glancing at the somewhat tidy small apartment, "Here, my scriptwriter Miss Sherman, I'll leave my luggage with you. I'm off now."
Evelyn Sherman took the suitcase and waved her hand at her.
Only after seeing her disappear in front of the elevator did she bring the suitcase into the apartment.
After quickly tidying up, she laid down on the bed with Harry.
The usually clever little buddy seemed to hide something and looked gloomy today. Even after falling asleep, his brows remained tightly knit.
The unfamiliar environment all of a sudden became quiet.
