"Stop talking," Mr. Clemens senior interrupted Ss and lowered his head, saying nothing.


    "I''m sorry, I spoke too much tonight."


    Ss knew that his words were like a knife plunged into Mr. Clemens senior''s heart.


    Mr. Clemens senior would typically explode in anger, but today he allowed Ss to finish speaking. He wanted Ss to expose this wound, enabling him to closely examine it and acknowledge the past mistake, thereby preventing a repeat


    urrence.


    "I will think about it, think some more." Mr. Clemens senior sighed heavily. "What are you standing there for? Don''t you dare push me inside?"


    "Yes!" Ss hastened to push Mr. Clemens senior inside the house. "Are you hungry? Should I have the kitchen make some chicken soup for you?"


    "No need." Mr. Clemens senior''s mood was low. "I am not that hungry."


    "Before I left, the chubby Brenda handed me a bag of things. When I opened it, it turned out to be chocte toast that the children liked. Should I have the kitchen heat it for you?" Ss asked tentatively.


    "Brenda?" Mr. Clemens senior recalled for a moment. "Oh, she''s the children''s Brenda."


    "It''s actually the former housekeeper of the Roth family." Ss exined, "It''s said that Brenda followed Miss Roth''s father when she was young, and she has been taking care of her and the three children ever since. Miss Roth and the three children consider her family, so they all call her Brenda."


    Mr. Clemens senior, deep in thought, remarked, "An old housekeeper who is willing to care for three generations of a family, remaining steadfast with them through their decline, demonstrates Brenda''s loyalty as an attendant. It also reflects thepassion of the Roth family."


    "Yes!" Ss nodded with a smile.


    "You must have received some benefits from Micah to defend him," Mr. Clemens quickly realized, angrily scolding, "You are just a cunning servant!"


    "Sir, when you make usations, you should provide evidence. I have been with the Clemens family for four generations."


    "Shut up!" Mr. Clemens senior red at Ss fiercely, then covered his stomach and said, "I''m a bit hungry. Go make some toast."


    "Yes, right away!" Ss was delighted and quickly had someone go to the kitchen to make toast. He also reminded them, "Also, heat a ss of milk for Mr. Clemens senior."


    "Make it two!" Mr. Clemens senior added, "It''s no fun eating alone."


    "Then I''ll join you." Ss smiled.


    ...


    When Sadie woke up in the morning, sunlight was already streaming in through the French windows, casting a slight warmth on her face.


    Sadie used her hand to block the light and squinted, staring nkly at the green shade outside.


    "You''re awake?" Micah walked out of the bathroom, dressed infortable casual clothes.


    Sadie stretchedzily. "Why are you up so early?"


    "I''m doing morning reading with the kids." Micah buttoned his shirt, his captivating, handsome profile looking especially charming in the sunlight. "Are you going to sleep a bit more? We''re leaving at ten." "I''m up." Sadie sat upzily, reaching out her arms to Micah. "Hug me!"


    Micah raised the corner of his lips and walked over, biting Sadie''s chest.


    Sadie pounded on Micah''s back. "You''re so annoying!"


    "Now you''re awake, right?" Micah smirked, kissing the spot he had bitten. "Get up quickly. I''ll have breakfast sent over."


    "Thank you." Sadie kissed Micah''s face and jumped out of bed.


    Micah patted Sadie''s bottom, adjusted his cor, and walked out.


    Sadie was brushing her teeth in the bathroom when her phone rang suddenly. She nced at the caller ID and quickly answered the call, saying, "Hello, Serena!"


    "Sadie," Serena''s voice trembled through the phone, sounding scared. "Help me, save me."