"Hunter, how could you possibly think that? Martha has been taking care of me diligently for eighteen years. She has done a lot of hard work," Serena explained sincerely.
"I know it's wrong of me to bad-mouth Rosemary to friends, but this really has nothing to do with Martha. Hunter, no matter what happens in the future, if you're upset, vent it on me. Don't involve Martha."
"You seem to have a deep bond with her," Hunter looked into the girl's eyes, his expression somewhat complex.
"When Dad was busy with the company, Mom was often accompanying him. It was Martha who stayed by my side. No matter if I had a fever, fell ill or whatever—during every bleak and peak moment of my life in the past eighteen years—it was Martha who was with me."
"So, is she better than family?"
"She's as good as family. Hunter, don't think so poorly of her. She has been genuinely good to me."
