Luca sighed and looked at the hot air she breathed out. She could not help looking at the streetlights on the side of the road.

It turned out that, unknowingly, the weather was already so cold. The breath exhaled was misty.

Taxi could not stop where she was, so Luca could only continue walking.

Her phone rang, and Luca, who was immersed in recollecting her past memories, was startled as she took her phone out of her pocket.

It was a string of unfamiliar numbers.

Luca frowned. She was unfamiliar with the number, but when she saw the numbers eight and nine, she knew that whoever was calling was rich.

She answered, "Hello."

"Is this Luca Craw?" There was a proud female voice on the other end of the line.

Luca could not see her expression, but she could imagine the disdainful look of the other party. "Who's calling?"

The woman on the other end of the phone did not expect her to ask such a question. She was stunned, then she said, "You're Luca Craw, right? I have something to talk to you about. Come to the cafe on the top floor of International Center."

"If you don't say who you are, I won't be there, Ma'am. I'm sorry." Luca finished speaking and hung up.

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded slightly different because of the transmission methods, but Luca could still tell that it was Percy's mother who called.

The reason she called her probably had something to do with Pierre.

Johann had informed her about Pierre's condition, so she knew how many times he had taken painkillers, what painkillers he took, and how long the effects lasted each time.

A minute after she hung up, Luca's phone rang again.

Seeing that the number was still the same, she curled her lips slightly and answered the call.

The other party did not wait for her to speak this time. She directly stated her identity, "I'm Pierre's mother."

Luca knew that she would not have gotten it wrong. When she heard her say that, it confirmed her suspicions. owns all content.

"Mrs. Mallory, what can I do for you?" Her tone was neither humble nor servile. She was even a little arrogant, which made Madam Mallory furious.

"There's something you can do for me. I want to meet you," Madam Mallory said. Percy was madly in love with Nina, while Pierre was lying on the hospital bed, unable to move.

If she wanted Pierre to get better, she had to find this woman.

"It's not convenient for me to go there because I don't have a car. How about you come here?" Luca did not plan to go to International Center seeing that she was asking to see her. Hence, Madam Mallory should be the one traveling.

"You..." Madam Mallory was surprised. This was the first time she was being ordered around.

With her status in A City, as long as her assistant made a call, there would be many who would be willing to go to where she was to please her.

However, Luca did not know chalk from cheese.

Sure enough, those who hung out with Nina were just as annoying.

Luca did not wait for her to vent her anger. She looked around, chose a cafe, gave Karen the address, and hung up.

Not wanting to be harassed by Percy's mother, she simply blocked the number, walked into the cafe, found a window seat, ordered a glass of juice, and sat down.

She knew that Madam Mallory would definitely show up.

Madam Mallory would not do it for anyone else but she would most definitely do it for Pierre.

After what had happened, Luca could see clearly that Madam Mallory favored Pierre.

Luca couldn't help but sigh. Even though the children were all biological, there was a more preferred distinction. She did not know what Percy thought about that, though.

Luca would not be partial to any one of her children. She would give them the same amount of love and would not make them feel like they were not liked by their mother.

However, she could only be with the children as Ms. Luca. It might be difficult to hear them call her 'Mommy' again.

The waiter brought her the juice she ordered, and Luca thanked him. She held the juice cup and waited for Madam Mallory to come.

On the other hand.

Madam Mallory was fuming after Luca hung up the phone for the second time. She tried to call her again only to find that she had been blocked.

She was irritated as she put down a few hundred-dollar bills. She then stood up and walked out.

She did not want to waste her time on Luca, but after she got in the car, she was reminded of how much pain Pierre was in. Hence, she decided to endure it. She told the driver the address that Luca had shared.

Half an hour later, Madam Mallory found the cafe Luca mentioned. She frowned when she saw the quality of the cafe.

'What's so special about this place? How could Luca disrespect me and invite me to such a cheap place?'

Madam Mallory stood at the entrance and struggled for half a minute before she walked into the cafe. It was all for Pierre.

The smell of coffee flowed into her nostrils. It had a good smell, but Madam Mallory thought it smelled cheap. Hence, she took out a handkerchief to cover her nose.

When the waiter saw what she did, he was curious as to whether she found the place disgusting.

"Welcome, Madam. Please come in." Regardless, the waiter greeted her warmly.

Madam Mallory rolled her eyes, walked in, and saw Luca sitting by the window. She said to the waiter, "I'm meeting someone here."

"Okay, Ma'am." The waiter still followed behind her.

Madam Mallory walked up to Luca and looked at her proudly. "I'm here."

Luca had already seen her outside the window. She looked up, nodded, and said, "Have a seat, Madam Mallory."

Madam Mallory snorted coldly and called Luca an uneducated bitch in her heart before sitting down.

The waiter handed her the menu.

Madam Mallory did not look at it and said directly, "Don't give it to me. I don't drink such low-quality products."

The waiter's expression turned ugly. ‘Why did she come in if she thinks that our cafe is low-end?'

Madam Mallory moved the menu to the side in disgust and was the furthest from a noblewoman that she could be. "The drinks include saccharin, right? I don't want anything."

"Since she doesn't want anything, please bring her a glass of lemonade." Luca helped the waiter.

"Okay." The waiter put away the menu and left.

Luca looked at the arrogant and critical woman, asking curiously, "Has the Mallory family always been rich?"

"Why are you asking this?" Madam Mallory frowned at her irrelevant question.

Luca smiled softly, her eyes wandering. "Madam Mallory, you don't seem like you have suffered much, so I asked that. I've seen the news, and it seems like you're involved in a great deal of charity work? You also funded Hope Primary School, so you should've been there in person, right? The conditions there should've been worse than here. How did you get by at that time?"

Madam Mallory clenched her bag tightly. She had a murderous look in her eyes because she knew that Luca was mocking her.

What a sharp tongue!

"I didn't expect that you would be so clever with your words. No wonder the police can't do anything to you." Madam Mallory sneered. She thought that someone must have helped Luca escape jail time.

She had heard that Luca and Luke were very close.