Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

"Grandpa, don't worry. We're not bad people. Zelda Works at our house. She even made me a delicious strawberry cake! She said that her daughter likes strawberry cake the most."

The little girl seemed to smile when she heard strawberry cake.

"We came here today because Zelda is back as well. She'll be here soon. She told us to wait here for a while."

Lauren's harmless face quickly put Zeline Lambert's guard down.

He was already seventy-one years old this year. His son, whom he had painstakingly raised a few years ago, had passed away. Now, he only wanted to live in peace. He did not want anything bad to happen to him.

The house was not big. There were two rooms and a living room. The lighting was very poor. Even though it was broad daylight, it was very dark.

The tables and chairs inside seemed to have been used for a long time, and they were badly worn.

Zeline filled a few cups of water with paper cups. After knowing their identities, Zeline treated them respectfully. After all, they were the employers who paid Zelda's salary.

Lauren sat obediently on the small wooden chair. The water was still very hot. As she blew on it, she inadvertently looked around.

Franklin was the same. He sat upright. His years of experience in the business world had allowed him to have a very sharp eye for people and the environment. Ever since he entered, he had a very big question.

"Xander, come, say hello to this little sister," Zeline called out to his little granddaughter who was standing in the corner to greet Lauren. However, the little girl, Xander Lambert, seemed very shy and did not move.

So, Lauren took the initiative to walk over.

"Hello, Sister Xander. My name is Lauren. Can we play together?"

Lauren noticed that the clothes Xander was wearing were also very simple. She was wearing a loose, baggy t-shirt that had already been deformed. There was also a pair of jeans that had been washed to the point where the original color could not be seen.

These clothes looked very big, so it was very inappropriate to wear them on Xander.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the stairwell. In the next second, the door was pushed open.

It was indeed Zelda.

"Dad! Mom! Hurry up and pack your things --" Zelda pushed the door and began to shout until she saw the three people sitting in the living room.

"Young master, how did you --"

Seeing her mother, Xander was very happy and pounced onto her.

Zelda grabbed Xander's hand and wanted to run out. Lauren narrowed her eyes slightly and put her hand behind her back to gently stroke the door. The door was tightly closed and could not be opened.

"Zelda, there are some things that you need to explain to us, right?" Lauren asked.

Seeing that there was nothing she could do, Zelda had no choice but to give up.

"What does the Torres family want? You're the one who owes us an explanation!"

As she did not want to affect the elderly and children, Zelda brought them to the only coffee shop in town.

"I didn't steal anything from the Torres family. What are you doing here? If you want to do something, I'm going to call the police!" Zelda only ordered a glass of water.

On the way, she hurried over, looking travel-worn. She was still panting, and her chest was heaving up and down. She looked nervous and indignant.

Franklin, on the other hand, was in the opposite position to her. His slender fingers held a spoon and stirred the coffee gently.

"I'm here to find out the truth of the matter."

"What truth?"

"Marlin, who died accidentally in a construction accident three years ago, is your husband, right?"

Zelda's hand that was holding the cup turned white because she squeezed it too hard.

Now that things had come to this, she had nothing to hide.

"That's right, Marlin is my husband! He died three years ago. He died... a horrible death!"

"The police investigation at that time was an accident."

"It was an accident." Zelda had gradually calmed down.

"Then why did you let Marlin's --" Franklin paused at this point. "Marlin's ghost come to harm me?"

Although he knew it was the truth, Franklin still found it hard to accept the fact that there were actually ghosts in this world. This was completely contrary to the knowledge he had learned in the past 22 years.

When asked this question, Zelda did not immediately answer.

"You don't have to answer this question, but another --"

"I just noticed, why are your living conditions so poor?"

From the environment in the house and the little girl's clothes, it could be seen that their financial situation must be very bad. This was also Franklin's doubt.

Speaking of this, Zelda's emotions were clearly agitated again.

"You still have the nerve to bring this up?!"

Franklin frowned. He knew that this matter must be related to the compensation. From Zelda's tone, it was possible that they did not receive compensation at all.

He took out his cell phone and made a call outside. He came back very quickly.