The One Who Treats Her Well

The living conditions of Silvia's house were incomparable to that of West Side. In this snowy weather, the scenery at West Side was exquisite, while at her house, the only thing that could be seen were the imprints on the snow formed by the car tyres. "Mrs. Turner, Miss Turner, we are arriving soon. It's drizzling now. Should I drop you off at the community entrance or the underground parking lot?" The driver that Stanley arranged was quite polite to Mrs. Turner and Silvia. "Please stop in front of the supermarket outside the community. We'll get off there." After getting out of the car, Mrs. Turner politely thanked the driver and waited for the car to drive off before making a move. "Silvia, why don't you accompany me to buy some food from the supermarket? I'll cook you something delicious later." Silvia remained gloomily silent and Mrs. Turner did not ask anything because she understood her. However, she had to find something to distract Silvia. "Okay." Silvia really wanted to be mor