She had no choice but to accept her fate.

She took a deep breath and put on her plastic gloves. When she was about to start, she heard brisk footsteps from behind.

She turned around and found that it was the maid in the morning, Noah.

She also carried the same tools in her hand.

"What are you doing?" Amelia Wytte was confused.

Noah smiled brightly at her. "Before you came, the backyard was cleaned by me and the other two people. It's too big for you to do it all by yourself. How about I help you?"

"No, I can..." Amelia Wytte refused subconsciously.

She had been in prison...