Harper Johnson was startled by the sudden appearance of the old man in black, whose shriveled face looked like dried orange peel, full of wrinkles, and his voice was dry and harsh.
"What are you, this is Hughes Family's property, it's Evelyn's. Who said you can't enter? Who are you? So rude, quickly step aside."
Harper Johnson turned his head and smiled at Evelyn Yates, who looked weak and delicate, and spoke softly: "Evelyn, were you scared? Did my precious grandson get frightened?"
"No one is allowed to enter here without the young master's orders."
Nanny Collins looked coldly at the woman in front of her, not giving an inch.
Simply clapped her hands coldly, and a few strong men in black entered from the small door at the back of the yard, standing behind Nanny Collins.
"Are you rebelling? This is your mistress, she's carrying Joshua Hughes' child. How dare you be rude to her?"
