"I came under Mr. Yale's orders. I have something for you. Please open the door."

Lisa was fully prepared.

From the monitor, Florence could see a middle-aged woman in a neat maid uniform. The woman was carrying a lunchbox.

Perhaps Yale had bought nice food for Molly, who hadn't been eating well recently.

Florence opened the door without a doubt. Lisa worked for the Heaths, so Florence didn't know who she was.

"You can give it to me."

"No, Mr. Yale told me to personally hand it to the lady. If I don't follow his orders, would you be able to handle the consequences?"

For long years of ministering, Tatiana taught Lisa how to deal with these kinds of people. A fierce attitude was enough to intimidate the other party.

Although Florence didn't know what Lisa had brought over, Lisa's solemnity toward her task was credible.

"She's resting. You can leave it here. I'll hand it to her when she wakes up."

"Didn't you hear me? Mr. Yale specifically told me to give it to her."

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