She told herself not to be afraid, thinking about how Miss Lillian had never really suffered a day in her life. Now she was seriously ill and facing jail time. If she didn't have someone familiar by her side to look after her, she might actually die in there.
If that happened, how could she ever face the old madam when she woke up?
The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became. Martha's attempts to console herself only made her start to cry.
She was still weeping when the door to the holding cell opened. Before she could even wipe her tears away, Lillian walked in.
Martha thought she was seeing things. She quickly wiped her eyes and looked again. It really was Miss Lillian.
“Miss Lillian? Miss Lillian, you…” The question “What are you doing here?” died on her lips as Martha immediately understood. Her questioning tone shifted to one of concern. “Were you put in this room, too?” She sighed. “That’s good, in a way. At least I can take care of you.”
Lillian was taken aback. “Martha, what are you talking about? I’m here to get you out.”
Martha wiped away another tear that had unconsciously trickled down her cheek. “What? Miss Lillian, you’re here to get me out? How?”
Lillian smiled and walked over, placing her hands on Martha’s shoulders to help her up.
But Martha was under immense stress, and her legs felt so weak with fear that she couldn’t stand. Seeing this, Ethan quickly stepped forward to help her up.
Lillian said, “We’re just going to walk out. On the way here, I contacted the staff at home and got the full story.
The things you had them move all belong to me. Even though I severed ties with the Mercer family and left with nothing, I’m not taking anything that belongs to them. Everything in my room was a gift from my grandmother.
So, technically, all of those things are my personal property.

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