“Peter, if you don't tell me, I'll go to Czanch myself and ask Tracy myself. Her children are unreliable. I'm going to ask her what was she thinking leaving me here and going back to them."

Hearing this, Peter flashed a bitter smile.

He rubbed his thigh and lied, “Mrs. Evans, you have no idea how loving her son is now. He took her back so that she could finally enjoy her retirement!"

All of a sudden, Zoey's face darkened.

"Really?" She shook the thing in her hand and added, "Then what's this?"

She was holding a bankbook.

There was an unwritten rule in the household wherein servants tended to trust their money with Zoey, who could help them make some investment with the money. In that case, it made no sense that Tracy had left but didn't take her own money with her.

Thus, Zoey insisted for an explanation.

Peter scratched his head as he found himself in a dilemma. He and Lina stared at each other for a while before Peter finally speak up again.

“Look at you. How do you run the house?" Peter began to put up a show as he pretended to be mad at his wife.

“What am I supposed to tell Mrs. Evans when something like this has happened in her household?"

Aggrieved, Lina wiped a tear with the back of her hand.

"How does that have anything to do with me? It's Tracy's fault. She did something shameful just for a little money."

Zoey slowly stood up, leaning against the table and chair for support.

"What did she do?"

Both Peter and Lina kept quiet, neither of them daring to say a word.

At this time, Mark and Cecilia had just arrived with the children.

Seeing them, Peter exhaled a relieved sigh as he found himself a savior.

"You're finally back! Thank god. If you hadn't come, Mrs. Evans would've skinned me alive already! Can you help me out here?"

Mark closed the car door.