Vanessa looked up as he entered, then curiously asked. "Has she started cooking?"

"She’s just about to," Sylvester replied, sitting down beside her.

Vanessa smirked, setting the container aside. "Anabel will make a good maid," she said, and Sylvester frowned slightly. "Vanessa, don’t say that about her."

"Why not?" Vanessa shot back. "Am I wrong? She’s always eager to help, bringing fruit salads. It’s like she lives for serving us. Isn’t she? She will do whatever we ask without question. Honestly, she will make a perfect maid." She finished, and Sylvester sighed, shaking his head.

"She’s doing all of this out of kindness, Vanessa. Let’s not talk about her like...