Meanwhile, Lucas drove Melody back home after they finished their lunch.


    Melody got out of the car, but when she noticed Lucas remained seated, she turned to ask him, "Aren''t you getting out?"


    "I have some things to take care of," Lucas replied.


    Melody felt disappointed, and there was a bitter feeling in her heart. ''Is he going to find Ste?'' she wondered.


    Lucas gave a helpless smile when he saw her expression. "I haven''t been to the office all day, and there are many things I need to do, so I can''t afford to rx."


    "You''re going to the office?" Melody''s mood brightened slightly with a smile. "Don''t work toote. Your family is already wealthy, so you don''t need to work so hard. Your health is more important." Melody turned and happily skipped into the house.


    Lucas'' gaze involuntarily softened as he watched her go into the house. It was sort of nice to have Melody living with them. At least, his grandparents seemed to be in a good mood every day because of her antics.N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    He then collected his thoughts, started the car, and headed to the office.


    Ever since her arm was burned that day, Helen had stayed at home for several days without going out. Wendy had not caused her any trouble, and despite Ethan''s horrible personality, he still arranged for a temporary maid to help her clean the house.


    It was the mostfortable days Helen had spent in the Sanders'' residence in many years.


    As Helen watched the injuries on her arm gradually heal, an unexpected thought crossed her mind-she did not want the wounds to heal so quickly.


    Unfortunately, her wish failed. The burn on her hand improved considerably, and Helen could not continue to dy anymore. Rather than irritating Ethan in any form possible, she might as well take the initiative to take over the household chores.


    One day, Helen got up early and earnestly prepared breakfast for the family. While making breakfast, she could not help but think of Melody.


    Melody used to share half of the household chores with her, but since Melody was gone, she had to do everything on her own.


    ''What exactly did that girl do to suddenly be so wealthy?'' thought Helen.


    "Where''s the maid?" Ethan asked casually as he descended the stairs and saw Helen preparing breakfast.


    Helen brought a ss of freshly made almond milk over and ced it in front of Ethan. "My arm is almost healed, so I thought of letting the maid go to save some money."


    "Okay," Ethan responded lightly, showing no concern. He lowered his head and focused on eating his breakfast.


    After seeing Ethan and Wendy off, Helen took out her phone and dialed Melody''s number.


    When the call went through, Melody was helping Beatrice arrange flowers and nts. Her expression darkened when she saw Helen''s name disyed on the phone screen. She firmly tapped ''decline'' and hung up on her.


    "Who was it?" Beatrice''s inquiry brought Melody back to reality.


    Melody shed her a smile. "It''s nothing. Probably just one of those telemarketers."


    Helen, angered by the rejected call, furiously threw her phone onto the bed. "That d*mn girl. Does she think she can refuse my calls just because she''s rich now? Doesn''t she know I gave birth to her?"