"Do you have any concerns?" Luke asked, seeing her hesitant expression.


    He knew her so well that he could even decipher what she was thinking about with just a


    microexpression.


    Luca shook her head as she could not ask the question she had in mind. "It''s nothing."


    Luke''s gaze sank, but he did not press on. "Let''s go. We''re going to bete if we leave anyter."


    Luca nodded and left the house with him.


    Luke drove, and when they passed the vi''s entrance, Luca noticed that the contractor of the vi next


    door was already embellishing the door.


    She said softly, "Is the renovation work next door almostpleted?"


    "Mm, Louis and the others will soon be moving in." Luke took a nce and continued to drive toward


    the entrance of themunity.


    "Louis?" Luca looked at him. ''The vi is Louis''?''


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    Luke nodded in answer.


    Luca did not say anything. ''He nned all these on purpose...''


    He first arranged for her to move to the vi, then he moved in. Not long after, the children moved in as


    well, while Louis and Yuri would soon live next door.


    For a moment, Luca thought that she had returned to her previous life.


    She was living at Crawford Manor with Luke and the kids at the time. Louis had just started a family


    and given up his old ways. He lived a happy life with Yuri.


    Unfortunately, it was all an illusion.


    Luca looked at the road ahead, it was leading to T Corporation. The car kept going forward, just like


    how her life could not go back to how it was in the past. ...


    On the other hand.


    Crawford Manor had no peace early in the morning.


    Old Master Crawford invited some friends to go out for morning tea. Since the master of the house was


    gone, Susan and Allison fought first thing in the morning.


    Louis did not want to get involved in their feud and left with his wife and daughter.


    In the end, Allison and Susan did not reach a conclusion with their fight. It was the butler and the maid


    who forcefully separated them.


    Since it was office hours, the butler did not notify Luke and settled the matter himself.


    Allison angrily went back to the bedroom and called Luke six times in a row, all of which went straight to


    voicemail. "Damn it, there''s no ce for me in this house!"


    She wanted to pack up and take out her suitcase. However, she paused what she was doing. She


    thought that if she left, it would make life easier for Susan.


    Even if she had somewhere to go, she could not give this home to Susan.


    Allison calmed herself down, sat on the bed, and left a message to Luke. [If you don''te back


    tonight to bring me justice, you can wait to bury my body. I can''t stay in this house anymore.]


    After she texted him, she sat on the chair and picked up the herbal concoction prescribed by Luca that


    the maid had just sent to her room.


    She got a whiff of the strong medicinal smell, remembered the unpleasant taste, and frowned in


    disgust.


    She did not want to drink such an unpleasant concoction.


    Knock, knock. There was a knock on her bedroom door.


    "Who is it?" Allison put the concoction at the side in disgust.


    "Madam Allison, Madam Mallory is downstairs. She''s looking for you." The maid''s voice came from


    outside the bedroom.


    "Madam Mallory? Did she say why she''s looking for me?" Allison did not open the door and just stood


    behind the door to ask. She knew Madam Mallory, but they were not close.


    To be precise, because of her identity, Madam Mallory had always looked down on her in their social


    circle. She had a better rtionship with Susan because Susan was the legal wife.


    Even though she was the one who gave birth to the heir to the Crawford family, in those people''s


    mouths, she was nothing but a mistress who lived in Crawford Manor by relying on her son.


    If Luke was no one special, the Crawford family would want nothing to do with her.


    That was how Madam Mallory saw her from the beginning, so Allison felt no need to bootlick nor


    befriend her.


    They were never close, so Allison did not go down immediately, thinking that she came to visit out of


    the blue to make fun of her.


    Allison looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin did not get better even after she applied and consumed


    the concoction.


    Allison would never allow herself to meet outsiders with her face like this so as not to beughed at.


    "Uh... she didn''t say why," the maid said.


    Hearing that, Allison did not give it much thought before she said, "If she didn''t say anything, it means


    that all is well. Tell her I''m not feeling well and I can''t meet her. If there''s something she wants to talk to


    me about, have her call me."


    The maid was taken back as she thought that it was not the best response.


    She had worked for the Crawford family for many years, so she knew about the rtionship between


    the Crawford and Mallory families. Allison acting up might harm the rtionship between the two


    families.


    "Okay, Ma''am." The maid understood and knew that Allison would not meet Madam Mallory no matter


    what. She returned downstairs and politely said to Madam Mallory, who was sitting in the living room,


    "Madam Mallory, I''m sorry. Madam Allison is not feeling well. She won''t be able to meet you today."


    Madam Mallory frowned.


    Susan, who sat beside Madam Mallory, snorted coldly and exposed her. "She''s not feeling well? She


    was just yelling at everyone like a shrew but she''s suddenly not feeling well now? I think that she''s just


    embarrassed to meet our guest with that ugly face of hers. "


    The maid was not sure how to react seeing how ruthless Susan was. It was said to not wash one''s dirty


    linen in public, but the two could not wait to publicize their nonsense.


    It had gone on for over 20 years, and it had no signs of stopping.


    Madam Mallory heard her, put the teacup on the coffee table, and said gracefully, "She''s sick?"


    "Didn''t you hear?" Susan pushed the te of baked goods toward her and gossiped, "Her face is


    horrendous-looking now. She looks like an old witch, so, of course, she doesn''t dare to meet anyone.


    Her own grandchildren would get frightened and cry when they see her."


    Madam Mallory frowned. She did not pay much attention to Allison''s news. Susan and the others were


    all socialites, but she was different from them and had a career of her own. Even if the Mallory family''s


    affairs were all handled by Percy, she was still busy handlingpany affairs.


    Naturally, she was not bothered with gossip as such.


    "That sounds scary. Why doesn''t she go seek treatment?" Madam Mallory asked.


    "What treatment? There''s nothing that stic surgeons can do. She can only wait to die." Susan talked


    about Allison''s illness triumphantly. She asked, "By the way, didn''t you always look down on her


    before? Why do you want to meet her all of a sudden?"


    "It''s because of Luke." When Madam Mallory mentioned Luke, she was reminded of what had


    happenedst night.


    He was a junior who did not respect her, seeing as how he had arrogantly protected that woman.


    She had to tell the Crawford family about this, so she thought of going to Allison.


    Even though Allison was mistress, she was also a sensible person. She would never let Luke be


    without saying anything.


    When Susan heard that it involved Luke, she realized from Madam Mallory''s expression that there was


    more to the matter. Hence, she became interested.