As she copied the cut to Maria's computer, she caught a whiff of something delicious in the air.

“It smells so good! But I can tell that you're not the cook, Maria She could tell the difference just by smelling because they had known each other since they were children.

She looked at Anthony in surprise.

“Did you cook today?"

When she noticed the band-aids on his fingers, her speculation was confirmed.

While Anthony was hesitating whether to admit the truth or not, Judy saw a bag of tissues on the table.

“Oh! I see that someone ordered a take out. No wonder the smell was so familiar. Mr. Jackson ordered dinner from the same restaurant last night."

Anthony was speechless.

“You must be mistaken..."

Maria tried her best to save Anthony from the embarrassment, but Judy was very blunt.

"No! I can't be wrong."

Judy reached inside her pocket with a smile and took out a bag of the same tissue papers with the exact same logo of the restaurant.

“Look, this pack of tissues was from last night."

Maria couldn't find the words to respond with.

Nonetheless, at least, Maria gave it her best shot.

ALL she could do was hold Judy's hand and gently lead her to the door of the villa.

"Judy."

"What is it?"

“Please. Go home now."

At this time, only Maria and Anthony were left in the villa.