I pretended to be cheerful as I approached, but the old woman stopped me before I could reach her rocking chair."Girl, I'm not a Cross!" Her tone was sharp. "Atlas, where did you find such a rash girl?"I immediately interjected, "Am I rash? But I've known for a long time that Atlas's grandmother is surnamed Cross, right, honey?""Right, my grandmother is indeed surnamed Cross." Atlas spoke to me in a lovely manner.I then pretended to look puzzled and glanced at the old woman in the rocking chair. "So, who are you, Grandma?""How insolent! Where did such an impudent brat come from?" The old woman was getting angry at being played by me."This is my home! I was just about to ask you the same question! How can you sit so comfortably in my home? And what's with the thing you're sitting on? It's ruining the attractiveness of this hall. It's really tacky!" I ruthlessly criticized the rocking chair beneath her without holding back"Honey, I'm back. Please quickly get rid of this t

I noticed a shift in his emotions. I asked softly while looking at him, "It's different now, isn't it?""Yeah." His eyes swept across the layout of the entire west side, and he said coldly, "It's no longer the same as before."I knew exactly why Atlas was angry. If the place had been tampered with, the chances of us finding any traces of the past were basically zero.Not to mention any signs of where my mother had left things.Putting his arm around my shoulder and patting it, Atlas reassured me, "I had expected as much.”Despite his words, his expression was depressing. I knew there was still some anger in him because he couldn't help me recall the past and felt regretful."But this also indicates something..." Atlas finished speaking and looked at me.I looked up at him and continued his thought, "Even if she changed the house, she still couldn't find anything of value by accident! In other words, the things aren't in this building!"His eyes skittered over his surroundings,

We didn't know what Uncle Kenny wanted to do, but seeing his urgency, we were certain that something important was going on.He rushed forward, making his way quickly to the other side of the flower house with wobbly steps.There was a small room in the corner, just outside the side door of the greenhouse. It was dim and narrow, with only a bed and a broken table. The area was somewhat messy, with various gardening tools within.He reached the door of the room and turned back to stop us. "It's dirty inside. Please wait!"Uncle Kenny blocked us from entering, then his frail figure turned and disappeared into the room. Soon, we heard a clattering sound from inside. Although we couldn't see his actions, the sound conveyed his urgency.Before long, he came out with his face covered in dirt, and he held a dirty metal box in his hand.His eyes glanced vigilantly towards the entrance of the greenhouse from a distance.Then, he anxiously tried to open the box right in front of us, but h

"I don't know who told her about it later, but she came here with some people, asking me what the master had said to me. I didn't know what she wanted to know, but I refused to admit that I had any private dealings with the master, even if she wanted to beat me to death. I insisted that I was just a gardener." Kenny wiped his eyes, then continued, "So she beat me half to death and ordered some people to ransack my place. But they found nothing, so it ended there.""What a viper!" I cursed, then asked, "What happened afterwards?""Even though I was seriously injured, she refused to let me get any medical attention. I think she didn't care whether I lived or died. I was just an insignificant ant to her. She wanted me to perish!" Kenny gritted his teeth."I persisted, telling myself I couldn't die because I had to fulfill the task the master had entrusted to me. I had to keep the keys he had given me safe, so I would be worthy of the master." He looked at Atlas with a face full of joy.

I looked up toward the source of the voice.I couldn't help but smirk as my eyes fell on the long-lost phony Stella White, who I had been keeping an eye on.She had dared to come here in public, which was astonishing.She was blatantly trying to provoke me, the real Stella White.I glanced at Atlas, and we exchanged a smile. It seemed that I couldn't just let things slide today. I couldn’t let someone provoke me to my face. I had to play along.I remained composed and smiled at her, curious to see how she would start this drama.She took the initiative to speak first to show off.The people around us looked over and smiled. Their smiles told me many things, but they were definitely not kind.The hall was a perilous place at the moment.I watched as the impostor Stella eagerly began her performance.With a pleasant expression, she continued, "Cousin, you're finally back! We agreed to come back together, but I've been waiting for you for a long time."After saying that, she li