She answered, "I’m back." and hung up immediately, not giving the other party any chance to speak. She didn’t want to hear his voice, nor did she want to see him. About Grace White, she wondered how Lydia Ingram had handled it. Every time Monica Usher thought about it, she still felt uneasy. While driving, she suddenly decided to dial the number Grace White had called from that day— "Sorry, the number you have dialed has been deactivated." Monica Usher was initially taken aback, but then she breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Lydia Ingram had really dealt with her. As she drove, her mind wandered... Scenes of Grace White’s daily antics surfaced in her mind, making her both angry and annoyed... A mother , was she even fit to be a mother? Not even fit to be a human being! Monica Usher drove back to her apartment and saw Lydia Ingram standing outside as she exited the elevator. She said nothing, ignoring him, and went straight inside. The door was left open, and Lydia Ingram let himself in. After entering, he closed the door with a kick and immediately wrapped his arms around Monica Usher’s waist, startling her. Instinctively wanting to resist, Lydia Ingram held her tighter, "Monica, I solved such a big problem with Grace White for you, shouldn’t you take the initiative to thank me a little? You’re my woman now, do you need me to remind you of this status?" "I’ll take a shower first." Monica Usher tugged at his hand, wanting to breathe and prepare herself, feeling nauseous and uncomfortable. Lydia Ingram pushed her directly onto the bed, "No need, I don’t mind." The night deepened... At the Hale Villa, in a bedroom upstairs. Hailey Hale had just put away her album and was sitting cross-legged on the bed, admiring Finn Morgan’s large photograph with an infatuated gaze. She couldn’t count how many times she had been mesmerized by it. Upon hearing her, Hailey Hale turned her eyes and saw Sister May standing at the door with a bowl, looking at her with a big smile. Sister May stepped in, "This bowl of silver fungus lotus seed soup, you should drink it later. Madam specifically asked me to bring it up." "Alright, just leave it there." Hailey Hale barely acknowledged her, too busy admiring the photograph. As Sister May placed the bowl down, she turned and saw the large poster that had been put up and was momentarily stunned, "..." So, was this the one Mr. Morgan was holding in the afternoon?? Alright, young love is naturally romantic. Sister May went downstairs with a smile. Paige asked, "What is she doing?" "Madam, your worries are unnecessary. The young miss is doing well." Paige couldn’t help but say, "She’s sitting on the bed looking at a large poster." "Still like that?" Paige furrowed her brows, "Isn’t she tired of looking at that Anton Ford yet? Such a large poster, like warding off evil spirits." "She changed it, she replaced it with Mr. Morgan’s photo, and it’s even bigger than the previous one of Anton Ford." Paige quickly put down her teacup and stood up, full of worry, "How could this happen?" Check latest chapters at novelFɪre.net "Has she ignored all my advice?" Paige furrowed her brows, "A woman must maintain her dignity for a man to love her. It’s only the first day of dating, and she can’t wait to put up a large poster? What will Finn Morgan think if he finds out?" "Madam, Mr. Morgan did it himself and personally brought it over." Sister May hurriedly explained. Paige looked at her intently, "Are you sure?" "Absolutely, I was there at the time." She said with a smile, "Mr. Morgan was jealous of Anton Ford, so your concern is entirely unnecessary." So it seems... was she overthinking? "Madam, I think Mr. Morgan is quite fond of the young miss." Sister May was optimistic. "What can you see in just one day?" Paige was very calm, "Men are fickle, only time can prove it. She’s my only precious daughter, I must guard her well!"