"Go in, you shouldn't need me to show you the way."
Enna Clark pretended not to notice the sarcasm in his words and followed behind him.
As soon as they reached the door, it opened.
A familiar and affectionate voice came out from inside, "Young Master, you're back... uh... Enna?!"
Auntie Merry, excited, stepped forward and grabbed Enna's hand, "Is it Enna? You're back?"
"Where have you been these past few years? Why didn't you call? I thought you and Young Master... It's good that you're back, it's good. Are you hungry? Why are you still in your pajamas? Aren't you cold?" She asked her questions one after another.
"..."
Enna felt at a loss, for the first time wanting to flee in embarrassment.
Baron Lawrence watched her coldly, showing no intention of saving her from the situation, and went straight inside, "Why are you still standing there? Come in!"
Enna hurriedly followed him.
The villa's interior was the same as it was five years ago, even the furnishings were the same.
