Chapter 11 Oliver Smith

Nancy, however, shot her an angry look and scolded her in a hushed tone, "Little Young Master is calling you! Why don't you hurry upstairs?!"

"Calling me?"

Flora raised her head, puzzled, and looked in Robin's direction. He was indeed calling her. She stood up from the floor and quickly ascended the stairs, standing one step below Robin. She bent slightly at the waist, suppressing a smile, and said, "What can I do for you, Little Young Master?"

"Come play with me!" Robin ordered and then turned to walk toward the bedroom.

"Yes, Little Young Master!" Flora followed closely. With one hand gently touching her stinging cheek, she resented how forcefully the woman had struck her. She had only just regained some strength, and now she had to endure another blow.

Robin opened the bedroom door and walked in. After rummaging through a few drawers, he pulled out a small toy ambulance. Opening it, he found a tube of ointment and handed it to Flora, saying, "Here, use this to apply on your face. I