I'm not a sister complex!

Hearing this, Sifreya showed joy on her face and walked quickly towards the small villa in front.

When Mrs. Kenfield heard that her husband had returned home, a smile appeared on her face and she followed her daughter into the living room.

After not seeing her father in the living room, Sifreya walked up the stairs with brisk steps.

When she reached the second floor, she just happened to see her father coming out of the room, accompanied by a woman dressed as a secretary.

After seeing this scene, Sifreya blinked her eyes, and Mrs. Kendelfield, who followed behind her, was also a little surprised.

Seeing his wife and daughter coming back, Viscount Kenfield took the initiative to speak and introduced them with a smile:

"This is my business secretary, Sandy, who I just hired a few months ago."

"As you know, I am currently managing the charity foundation for that prince."

"This amount involves millions of pounds, and there are too many things to do for a large-scale charitable foundation to be developed throughout the empire. I am a little overwhelmed by myself."

"So I hired a few secretaries to help me handle some things."

"Tomorrow, I may have to go out of town to deal with some things, so I called Sandy to my home today to discuss some work matters."

As he spoke, Viscount Kenfield introduced his wife and daughter to the secretary beside him.

After listening to this, the secretary named Sandy also greeted Mrs. Kenfield and Shivreya very politely.

Sifreya responded with a smile, but her eyes glanced at the neat clothes of the two people in front of her without leaving a trace.

Mrs. Kenfield also smiled, turned her head to her husband, and said with a hint of reproach:

"Why don't you prepare some tea for us? Wait a moment, I'll ask the maid to prepare some... Um, does Ms. Sandy like tea or coffee?"

Upon hearing this, Viscount Kenfield quickly shook his head and said, "No need, we have already finished our discussion and now we have to go out and take care of some work matters."

Then he gave Mrs. Kenfield and Sifreya an apologetic smile:

"I'm sorry, I've been so busy lately that I can't listen to you share your interesting experiences in Haidaram right now."

"When I get back from work tonight, we'll have a good chat as a family."

Mrs. Kenfield showed a hint of disappointment when she heard this, but she quickly suppressed her emotion and said gently:

"It doesn't matter, work is important."

Viscount Kenfield smiled apologetically at his wife again, and then said to Sandy beside him:

"Let's go to the office building of the Foundation headquarters."

After hearing this, Sandy nodded, said goodbye politely to Mrs. Kenfield and Sifrea, and then walked downstairs.

Viscount Kenfield followed Sandy and stood at the stairs, moving sideways to make room for the two of them.

After the two figures disappeared around the corner of the first-floor stairs, the mother and daughter standing at the second-floor stairs withdrew their gaze.

Xifula rolled her eyes and quickly ran into the bedroom where her father and the woman had just come out.

The bed sheets were tidy and the curtains were drawn. Through the open windows, one could smell the fragrance of the flowers that bloomed all year round downstairs.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Kenfield, who followed in, looked at her daughter with a puzzled expression.

Xifuleya did not hide anything and laughed:

"I wanted to see if Dad was hanging out with other women while you were away."

Mrs. Kenfield rolled her eyes at her daughter and said, "How could you say that about your father?"

Xifuleya stretched out somewhat boredly, showing off her slender waist:

"Okay, I'm going to go back to my room and get some rest."

"I didn't get much rest on the train."

After saying that, she walked towards her room with lazy steps.

She wasn't worried that the bedroom would become dirty after being unoccupied for several months.

Although they were not at home, the servants in the house must have cleaned the room and washed the bedding on a regular basis.

Don't doubt the diligence of the noble servants of this era.

After finding her nightgown in the cloakroom and putting it on, Sifreya lay down on the bed she had not been away from for a long time, with a large stuffed doll sandwiched between her slender, white legs, and began to rest with her eyes closed.

After a while, she felt the mattress being pressed down beside her, as if someone was lying down next to her.

Smelling the familiar fragrance, Xifuleya gave up the doll between her legs and instead wrapped herself around her mother like an octopus.

In the carriage outside, Sandy glanced at Viscount Kenfield who was sitting next to him, and said with envy:

"How did your wife do it? She looks so well maintained. If you hadn't told me just now that she was your wife, I would have thought they were both your daughters."

Sandy was just an ordinary person and didn't know about the mysterious existence, so Viscount Kenfield just laughed and said:

"Maybe it's because she pays attention to maintenance on a daily basis?"

Saying it is the same as not saying it.

There is no way around this, since the church has strictly prohibited the disclosure of the mysterious existence.

Viscount Kenfield dared not violate the rules set by the church, because the church had countless means to directly identify who caused the mysterious leak.

Of course, Sandy was just asking casually and didn't think she could really get anything out of Viscount Kenfield.

These stinky men don't know how to take care of their skin, they only know how to take care of their kidneys.

Pursing her lips, Sandy smiled softly and looked at Viscount Kenfield beside her:

"My Lord Viscount, I'm sorry to be interrupted. Do you want to continue?"

Viscount Kenfield tilted his head, lifted the curtain, glanced out the window, then leaned his head against the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

Seeing this, Sandy was a little disappointed, but at this moment, a soothing voice sounded in the car.

"It's forty minutes from here to the Foundation office building."

Sandy's face lit up with joy, and she immediately took off a hairband from her left wrist and tied up her long, smooth hair.

Viscount Kenfield closed his eyes, adjusted his sitting position, then let out a long sigh, but his mind was full of thoughts.

He had never thought about these things before and thought that a secretary was just a secretary.

But with a big career and many social engagements, and the fact that his secretaries were really sensible, it was inevitable that he made the mistakes that all men would make.

What's more, these things can't be considered wrong at all in this era and in this aristocratic circle.

Because everyone does this, secretaries do all the work.