Chapter 153 Madam Young's Crisis

Phone in hand, I hesitated, stealing a glance at Sweety before asking, "Where are you?" "In the old manor." "Got it," I replied. "I'll swing by soon. Hang tight, okay?" Emily hummed in response. I ended the call and faced Sweety, feeling a twinge of guilt. Before I could explain, she scrunched up her face and asked, "Yvette, are you ditching me to see someone else again?" Her pout was hard to resist, but I managed to say with a suppressed chuckle, "Madam Young's up and craving mushroom soup. Emily can't cook to save her life, so she asked for my help. Madam Young's family, and she's in the hospital—I can't just ignore that." Sweety's face fell, and she let out a drawn-out ‘ohh’ before adding, "Emily? Mr. Young's wife?" I nodded, rummaging through my bag for keys. "And?" she prodded. "Is she nice? Pretty?" I found my keys, looked up, and smiled, "Yeah, she's a gem—beautiful, kind, smart, and a breeze to get along with. What's with the sudden interest? You've never been this nos