Harper Johnson was startled by the sudden appearance of the old man in black, whose shriveled face looked like dried orange peel, full of wrinkles, and his voice was dry and harsh.

"What are you, this is Hughes Family’s property, it’s Evelyn’s. Who said you can’t enter? Who are you? So rude, quickly step aside."

Harper Johnson turned his head and smiled at Evelyn Yates, who looked weak and delicate, and spoke softly: "Evelyn, were you scared? Did my precious grandson get frightened?"

"No one is allowed to enter here without the young master’s orders."

Nanny Collins looked coldly at the woman in front of her, not giving an inch.

Simply clapped her hands coldly, and a few strong men in black entered from the small door at the back of the yard, standing behind Nanny Collins.

"Are you rebelling? This is your mistress, she’s carrying Joshua Hughes’ child. How dare you be rude to her?"

Harper Johnson was furious, these people were truly blind to the mountains of greatness before them: "When Joshua returns, I’ll have each of you pack your bags and get out."

"Avery Jane, you wretch, get out here."

Harper Johnson saw Avery Jane’s figure from afar.

That Fox Spirit, actually living here. Truly underestimated her means.

Today, she must be dealt with, or there will be endless trouble later.

Avery Jane came down in plain home clothes, looking so at ease and relaxed that it only made Harper Johnson’s anger worse.

Why is she acting like the mistress here?

"Avery Jane, you Fox Spirit, hurry up and pack your things and get out. If you’re honest, I’ll have the old master leave you some money to get by later, otherwise, your death will be ugly."

Harper Johnson rushed up to Avery Jane, just about to raise a hand to slap that annoying face when Nanny Collins grabbed her hand.

The old woman’s hand was rough and strong, making it impossible for her to move.

"This is the young master’s place, we only listen to the young master. If you have any issues, consult him first. Show her out..."

Nanny Collins said indifferently, then turned to Avery Jane beside her: "It’s windy here, missy, you’re frail, better go inside."

"You’re defying us, Evelyn’s the one who’s frail now. If she gets sick from this wind, can you afford it?"

Harper Johnson angrily broke free from the old woman’s grip, glaring viciously at Avery Jane. This Fox Spirit, it hasn’t been long, and she’s already acting like the mistress here, confusing even the servants.

"Miss, don’t overthink it. As long as the young master doesn’t speak, no one can enter this garden. Last time I let the madam in without permission, I already made a big mistake."

Nanny Collins sensed a trace of sympathy in Avery Jane’s eyes. Such a foolish girl, these people all wished for her death, yet she’s thinking so much for them?

"Hurry up and get my son-in-law here. I need to have a good talk with him. What is this? What is this?"

Harper Johnson, after all, was an uneducated woman, her mind still stuck in the past, thinking that whoever was pregnant held the trump card.

Now that her daughter had an unshakeable advantage, these servants were stirring up all kinds of trouble, making her so angry she could hardly stand it, yet there was nothing she could do.

The atmosphere was tense when Joshua Hughes walked in from outside.

"Son-in-law?" He laughed coldly, looking extremely amused. This time, he wanted to drag them all into the Inferno.

"Joshua, you’re back just in time. Evelyn is carrying your child now, and I thought the scenery here was nice, quiet, suitable for resting. Look, we’ve even brought our luggage."

Harper Johnson looked at Joshua Hughes’ calm face and felt a bit reassured.

He wasn’t angry about their intrusion, which meant that this child still held some place in his heart.

"Since there’s a child, just stay put, don’t run around. Everyone should go back."

Joshua Hughes smiled faintly inside, after all, it’s a Hughes Family child.

Should he take care of this child until a safe birth?

Isn’t he also this child’s "uncle"?

"Joshua, you’re hardly ever back. The child won’t recognize you in the future."

Evelyn Yates spoke softly, her head lowered, with a face full of shyness and affection.

The utmost hypocritical woman, Joshua Hughes lightly caressed her face. There was no makeup, the pores were a bit large, the skin was a bit yellow, the texture a bit rough, truly maddening.