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Chapter 393

She spoke decisively and went upstairs without giving anyone a chance to respond. Darcy and I looked at each other. Darcy wiped her hands with an alcohol wipe and said, "What should we do? I don't want anything from Mrs. Wood." I was bothered. "I don't dare to want it." When Darcy wanted to ask Norman, she realized Norman and Logan had gone outside to speak. Then, the butler came to escort us upstairs. We helplessly went upstairs. Darcy murmured, "I never thought a meal would be so troublesome…" I thought to myself that it was more than merely troublesome—it was pure torture. When we arrived at Mrs. Wood's room, I was deep in awe. The whole room was practically filled with antiques, which reminded me of the 1930s and 1940s or perhaps even earlier. The vase was from the colonial era. The tables and chairs were made of pine wood, including an ancient-looking foldable chair. Even Darcy, who was knowledgeable and well-read, was dumbfounded. She stuck her tongue out. "Isn't she

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