Chapter 235

Mayra seemed oblivious to the news on the radio. Calmly, she added some butter and tossed the pasta and vegetables into the pan. She didn't need much food for just herself. As soon as she finished her dinner, Mayra hurried to bring in the dried herbs just as the rain started to fall outside. She studied in the evening until midnight, and as she was about to sleep, the landline rang. Mayra quickly got out of bed and answered the call. "Hi, Gordon? How's Mrs. Thorp? Don't worry about me, I can manage on my own…" But all she heard on the other end was static, making her wonder if it was the wrong number. … At the Barlow mansion, Helen knocked on the door with a bowl of ravioli in hand. "Mr. Anderson, I've bought the food. Would you like me to bring it in now?" Anderson had just put down his phone when Helen entered the room. "Mr. Anderson, you don't usually like apples. Shall I cut one for you?" She took out an apple from the red plastic bag and handed it to Anderson, who was in a