If the truth were told, it would definitely harm this young lady, but if they lied, the ones who would suffer would still be the servants.
Mrs. Noelle looked at Vivian Ferguson and Emily Walker, finding it difficult to speak for a moment.
"What's your name?" Vivian Ferguson stared seriously at Emily Walker. She knew very well, a girl in her youth living in her son's house - what could their relationship be!?
Emily raised her eyes, clearly noticing Camila Walker's smirk.
"My name is Emily Walker." Knowing that the other party might be Baron Stuart's mother, Emily's heart was a little timid.
Her fear was not of her but of the noblewoman, as if the last bit of self-esteem she had left seemed to be even more negligible.
These rich people seemed to be born with a tendency to always be superior.
Not familiar with the name, Vivian Ferguson pursed her lips and asked, "What do you do? How did you meet Baron Stuart?"