The person who picked up the phone hesitated for a moment when they heard Lydia Shire's voice.
"Miss Shire?"
"It's me."
Half an hour later, at a coffee shop in the Central City District.
Lydia looked at the girl sitting across from her, whose once immature face was now tainted with a touch of fatigue only a married woman would have.
"It's been a long time since we've been in touch. How have you been?" Lydia's soft voice sounded, and the girl forced a corner of her lips to curl.
She replied that she was not too bad.
"How's your family? Are they doing well?"
"Not long after you gave me that money, my father died of cancer. We couldn't save him in the end," Susan Stewart used to be a servant of the Robinson Family, and because she was close in age to Lydia, they were able to get along well.
Back when her family was in trouble, Lydia had come to Susan's rescue, and she never forgot that kindness.
"Are you back? Does Mr. Robinson know?" Susan worried about Lydia's safety.