Right when the housekeeper was frozen at the car door, Yancy Shaw had already gotten out of the car and strode to his side.
"What, you don't even recognize the mistress of this house anymore?" A serious voice with a touch of displeasure suddenly sounded.
As soon as Yancy Shaw's voice fell, he reached out and pushed the housekeeper aside, then bent down, using one hand to take the little one sitting in Sherry's arms, while the other hand reached out in front of Sherry to help her out of the car.
But Sherry merely glanced at him and did not raise her hand to him.
Understanding, Yancy Shaw showed a hint of bitterness on his face and stepped back two paces.
Only then did Sherry get out of the car.
At this moment, the housekeeper, still stiff to the side, looked at Sherry, who at this moment appeared no different from a normal person, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"Are you really Mrs. Shaw?"
