The caretaker happened to return after buying ravioli. Seeing Zac, she said with a smile, "Sir, are you here to see Ms. Larson?"
"Shh."
Zac quickly stopped her and said, "Don't tell her. Take good care of her. I gotta go."
Puzzled, the caretaker nodded. "Okay."
Olivia drank the soup, checked the time, and glanced at the caretaker, who had been sitting next to her. She was worried.
She had no idea who hired the caretaker. If it was John, would the caretaker give away her whereabouts?
She had to find a way to trick her into leaving.
"Am I the only one you're taking care of?"
The girl froze slightly. "Yes, just you, Ms. Larson."
"You must be tired of taking care of me these days. I've woken up today. You should go back. Have a good night's rest and come back tomorrow morning."
However, the caretaker shook her head and walked up to her with bright eyes staring at her. "Ms. Larson, did I do something wrong?"
"No... No."
Olivia was surprised and thought she had figured out someth
