Nicole walked around holding Mrs. Stewart’s arm and stopped when she saw that Mrs. Stewart was interested in the flower garden.

There was a swing in the middle, and there were garden tables and chairs. Sitting there, one could smell the flowers, which was simply pleasant.

Mrs. Stewart sat there and was eager to try it.

Aida smiled at one side.

“Mrs. Stewart, try sitting on the swing. It’s very comfortable…”

Mrs. Stewart did not hesitate and immediately sat on it.

She had not been this relaxed for a long time.

Nicole and Aida looked at each other and sat on the chair not far away. Mr. Anderson had the good sense to bring up some flower tea.

“Miss, this year’s flower tea is made from the flowers in our own yard. Do you want to try it?”

Mr. Anderson had always been idle and had lived here for decades, so he treated this place as his home.

Nicole smiled. “Yes, let’s try it together…”

She carefully poured the tea for them and gave one cup to Mrs. Stewart, another cup for Aida, an