After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again

"Are you worried about my leg or watching the road?" Ethan Harper helped her stand firm, "Be careful."

"I zoned out," she muttered.

"What are you thinking about?"

Florence Fuller hesitated to ask the past couple of days, her heart faltered, almost blurting it out, but she swallowed it back, "It’s nothing."

She could probably guess what it was about.

The meal at Eleanor Lane’s was lively, and Sister Dawson started crying at the dining table.

"Thank goodness I met you, madam. If it weren’t for you and the young master, my daughter wouldn’t be where she is today."

Aunt Monrose reassured constantly, "It’s no big deal, Sister Dawson."

"It’s my luck to meet an employer like you. Among so many wealthy families, who treats us housemaids this well?"

Giving her such a high salary, also helping her daughter get into the best school in Cloudsea, now she’s going overseas as an exchange student, and even the procedures and money that couldn’t be managed were helped by Abigail Monrose.

"Madam, you’ve been too kind, I want to work for you for a lifetime."

Sister Dawson cried her eyes out, Eleanor Lane handed over tissues, "Stop crying, mom."