I quickly hid under the bed, watching the person who came in….
It was the caretaker.
From the way Peter and Juliet could walk around the Coleman family so freely, it could be seen that there was something wrong with this caretaker.
The caretaker's name was Angel Ewing. She had been taking care of Damien and me ever since I came to the Coleman family.
We called her Angel. She was 48 years old this year. She dressed plainly every day without much makeup, making her look somewhat old. But it was not difficult to see that her facial features were still delicate. She must have been a beauty when she was young.
Angel had a gentle personality and was also intelligent. She never talked much, but Lisa trusted her very much, so she let her take care of me and Damien.
I hid under the bed and watched quietly.
Angel slowly walked to the bedside and silently looked at Damien, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
Frowning, I hid cautiously.
