The small house.
With his slightly plump body, the butler stood in front of Grace Yakov and respectfully leaned in, "Miss, the girl came again, insisting that she must see you, otherwise she won't give up."
As he spoke, the butler handed the note he'd found at the back door to Grace.
Grace hesitated and then elegantly raised her hand to take the note from the butler. As she looked at the delicate handwriting, she couldn't help but smile.
"Just exaggeration from a young girl. If she really had to wait for a day, she probably couldn't bear it. Don't worry about her."
"Miss, this girl might be different. She waited at the back door last night and only left this morning. Now she is back again..."
When mentioning Evelyn Sherman, the butler's expression became a bit conflicted.
Having lived more than half a lifetime, he couldn't claim to see through 100% of people's true intentions or pretenses.
But at least he had a basic sense.
