"I wanted to fix the door, but Mr. Blackwood, you specifically instructed that nothing in this apartment would be altered or replaced. The old locks stopped working ages ago," the young man explained, looking aggrieved.
Taking care of this old apartment had been exhausting for him.
So, as Lily had suspected, it was really Ethan who had hired someone to maintain this old place.
"Get out!" Ethan barked, lifting his leg to kick at him. The young man jumped back in fright, retreating quickly. He couldn't help but stifle a laugh when his gaze landed on Ethan's ill-fitting, shrunken pants.
"Is he someone you hired?" Lily asked.
"Nanny's son," Ethan replied with a cold huff, shrugging off the school uniform shirt to change into proper clothes.
So it was Nanny's son…
Lily turned toward the small dining table and opened the box, revealing a meal from a six-star restaurant or above. Its elegance was starkly out of place in this dilapidated old apartment.
