Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

The maid understood, but shook her head without answering.

Thinking her voice was too low, Violet asked again.

But the maid still shook her head and would not answer.

At this instant, Violet understood that it wasn't that the maid didn't hear her, but that the maid deliberately didn't tell her where this place was.

"Ma'am, are you hungry? I've made your favorite food, go down and eat some." At this time, the maid finally spoke up and asked Violet if she was hungry.

Honestly, Violet was indeed hungry, but she wouldn't agree to go down and eat anything if she was hungry.

Who knows if there's anything wrong with the food?

And it was now imperative that she find out where this place was and who had brought her here first.

And, how is Stanley doing now?

She didn't know how much time had passed since she had been taken, but it had been night when she had been taken, and now it was daytime, so it had all been nearly a dozen hours at least, maybe a day or two at the most.

By now Stanley must be anxiously looking for her, and she didn't know how he would react if he couldn't find her, and she missed him now.

"Madam?" The maid couldn't help but shout softly when she saw Violet not speaking and biting her lip in deep sadness.

Violet took a deep breath, barely calming her inner emotions, and looked to the maid, "I know, you go down first, I'll be there."

Regardless, she really should get down there and find out where she was now first.

"Okay." The maid didn't have to go down with Violet and turned around to go out.

This made Violet relieved, she was really afraid that this maid had to go down with her, after all, she wanted to check this room first to see if there were any clues, if this maid was there, it would be inconvenien for her to check. Now that the maid was gone, it was just convenient for her.

Violet rubbed her temples and began to wander up and down the room, examining it carefully, especially the labels on some of the furniture, and she didn't let any of them go.

Because on some of the labels, the country's place name was marked, either the place of origin, and based on that, maybe she could make a rough guess as to what country she was in.

After looking around, Violet already knew what country she was in, and it was in N.z..

The labels on these pieces of furniture are labeled with the country of origin as N.z., so the odds are that she is in N.z..

Of course, it was also possible that the owner of this villa loved the furniture from N.z. and had it flown to another country specifically for N.z., but she thought that it was less likely.

Anyway, whatever, go down there and check it out before she can maybe make up her minds completely.

With that thought, Violet squeezed her palm and opened the door to her room.

Once outside, Violet noticed that the opposite side was a railing, not like a traditional villa where the opposite side was also a room.

So again, she was now able to ascertain that the cottage was not large, as there was only the small cottage, opposite the railings.

Violet walked to the heel of the railing to look down, and was sure of her suspicions, the villa was not large, she was currently on the third floor, and in the living room below, the maid, who had just been there, was changing the water for a bouquet of flowers.

Seemingly sensing Violet's gaze, the maid raised her head and smiled, "Madam, come down, lunch is ready."

Lunch ......

Violet narrowed her eyes, so it was noon?

Upon waking up, she noticed that her phone, watch and jewelry were gone, apparently taken down by the person who brought her here.

She couldn't see the time, and there wasn't anything in the room to tell the time, so she didn't know exactly what time it was.

She didn't realize that it was still noon.

Violet nodded towards the maids below before heading downstairs.

As she descended the stairs, she surveyed the villa.

After reaching the living room on the first floor, she had pretty much gotten the information about the villa; it had three floors in total, three rooms on the third floor and three on the second floor.

As she passed the second floor, she also noticed something hanging on the door of one of the rooms that was obviously occupied.

She just didn't know, if it's the owner of the villa, or someone else!

Violet lowered her eyes and followed the maid into the dining room, then sat down on the chair the maid had pulled out.

The maid served her dinner.

Violet glanced at the meal in front of her, it was indeed Chinese food, but both the color and the aroma looked far from authentic Chinese food.

As you can imagine, this Chinese food, which the maid did not make easily, should have been learned on an ad hoc basis, or only recently. Why should she learn?

Does the villa owner like Chinese food, or did the maid learn it just for her?

It wasn't that Violet was narcissistic enough to think that, but this maid's words from the room just now, 'made food that she likes to eat'.

She liked the food, so she made it for her, so she had every reason to suspect that the maid had learned it just for her.

"Enjoy your meal, madam." The maid put the served meal to Violet, then took a few steps back and stood to the side.

Violet picked up her chopsticks, but hesitated to do so.

The maid looked at her, "Do you have no appetite?"

Violet pursed her red lips and didn't answer her question, but asked, "Am I alone now?"

"No, our sir and miss are here too, but they are out on an errand today and you will not see them until the evening, madam." The maid shook her head.

Violet narrowed her eyes.

Violet looked at the rice in front of her, and after a moment of hesitation, she still chucked a few of them into her mouth, then asked again, "The sir and miss you mentioned, is it father and daughter?" "No, sir and miss aren't father and daughter, they're leader and subordinate." The maid shook her head.

Violet frowned, "Leader and subordinate?"

It's such a strange relationship.

If they are leader and subordinate, why do they live together and the maids address them with such a close relationship?

Violet pursed her red lips, collected the suspicion in her heart, and continued to ask: "Is that so? Then what are their names? How old are they?"

"I don't know, they only let me call them Sir and Miss, and as for age, Sir is a little older than you, madam, and Miss is just about the same as you." The maid replied.

Violet bit her lip, obviously a little less satisfied with this answer.

After all, what she most wanted to know was the name of them, so that she could know who had brought her here.

But now that the maid didn't know, she couldn't do anything about it.

But it's somewhat of a comfort to know the age.

Violet did not ask more, even though she still had many questions in her heart that she wanted to ask, she knew that asking more would cause this maid's suspicion, so it was better to hide it in her heart first, and find an opportunity later to ask it without causing suspicion.

It had been so long, and the bite that had just been consumed had not caused any physical discomfort, clearly indicating that there was nothing wrong with the meal.

So Violet began to eat in earnest.

Although it was not good to eat in a strange environment, she had to eat in order to maintain her strength, and only if she had enough strength would she be able to protect herself and maybe have a chance to get out of here.

Seeing Violet eat, the maid sighed in relief and smiled.

In the morning, before Ivan left the house, he told her to make sure her lady ate, and if she didn't eat, she would be accountable.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She had originally thought that if Madam didn't eat it, she would beg her to eat it, but she didn't expect Madam to eat it herself, which made her relaxed.000000☐☐