Brantley expressed his eagerness to learn.

Before Raphael could respond, a knock at the front door interrupted.

He rose to answer it.

To his surprise, their former maid stood outside holding a melon.

Flustered, she stammered, “Mr.Jones, you’re home.”

He didn’t invite her in.

Indifferently, he asked, “What do you want?”

Straightening her collar, the maid hesitated before saying, “Can I come in? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

and allowed her

the melon, claiming it was Brantley’s

she no

silent waiting for

patted Brantley’s back, addressing the

had his

can’t eat anything

her soup, paid the maid

maid glanced at Elissa, murmuring,

made it for you, right?

is the thing! I’ve got a favor to

need one

it from my current employer

not? I helped take Brantley to the hospital that night, didn’t I? You wouldn’t turn down a small

was taken aback

respond, she retorted, “You’ve got

our help back

we gave you a

We’ve done our part.

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