Mary Kinson felt like he was taking the oxygen away from her throughout the car, which made her wonder.

In a trance, she remembered the indistinct voice she had heard before dying in her past life, somewhat similar to him, but more like a dream that was very unreal.

She looked at him and was absent for a long time before she whispered, "Did you know me long ago?"

He felt a little weird after that question. Of course he knew her. After all, she had almost become his nephew's wife.

And the past life has nothing to do with him.

William Black's eyes become a little darker, and it seems like there is a deep sea in them that is endless and unfathomable. He opens his lips, "This is not the first time we have met."

Mary Kinson nodded, "Then I will go back and tidy your room first."

William Black seemed satisfied with her words, took her gaze back and unlocked the door.

After Mary Kinson opening the car door, she watched him drive away, and then she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Perhaps because he was always considered an elder in his past life, he would be careful, but she would slowly get used to Mrs. Black's identity in the future.

After withdrawing her thoughts, Mary Kinson pulled out her cell phone from her pocket and made a call.

After the connection was made, her voice was soft, "Stelly, I will give you an address. Please transport any plants I grow in my garden. Be careful, they are very delicate."

After hanging up the phone, she went into the living room.

Only Dad and Belle Kinson were there. She asked, "Where is Rose Kinson?"

Belle Kinson trotted over and took her hand, "Sister, Grandmother is in poor health. My sister is a doctor and was visiting."

Mary Kinson remembered that her grandmother was in poor health. She immediately said, "I want to go out and come back in the evening. After a while someone will send me flowers and plants and put them in the back yard of my room. No one is allowed to touch them, and you must not touch them with your hands."

Because some grasses are poisonous.

Now she will pick an herb called purple semiaquilagia flower for her grandmother. She can't wait for Stelly.

Although this herb is widely available and can be eaten directly as a vegetarian dish, ordinary doctors will not think that it is the key to treating grandmother's root cause.

She hopes that all her relatives will live happily and healthily in this life.

Belle Kinson didn't ask much, but nodded in understanding, "Good."

Mary Kinson said once more to her father and trotted off.

Beverly Kinson looked behind as she left. After a long while she asked, "You have the simplest mind. Do you think your older sister is involved in today's affairs?"

Belle Kinson listened to the words and thought for a while. She shook her head in confusion, unable to find the answer. "Papa, what do you think?" was all she asked.

Beverly Kinson frowned and his voice was heavy, "I hope she didn't do it."

His words are ambiguous, and Belle Kinson understands that his father has a little doubt about his older sister.

Whether Rose Kinson went along with it or not, Belle Kinson didn't want his father to be so upset. She walked behind him, patted his shoulder and said softly, "Dad, sister, you grew up with your mother, and you have your good character. Believe her this time."

Beverly Kinson listened to her daughter mention her late wife, frowned, and nodded .

At that moment, Earel came in and said, "Sir, there's a little girl outside. She said she had come to send flowers and plants for Miss Belle."

Belle Kinson remembered what Mary Kinson she had just ordered, and looked up. "Earel, I'll go with you. These are actually from my sister."

"Yes, little lady."

Belle Kinson went out, and Stelly was gone, leaving behind flowers and plants that had grown up in various bowls.

Belle Kinson had never seen so many exotic flowers and plants before, and she couldn't help but marvel, "It's so beautiful, my sister can actually grow such beautiful flowers and plants."

Earel nodded, "Miss Mary can taste wine and plant flowers, but it's more poetic and picturesque than we thought."

Belle Kinson nodded, looked at Carol who was cleaning the floor beside her, and called out, "You and Earel, send those flowers and plants to the little yard behind my room. Be careful, don't break them."

My sister really appreciates these flowers and plants, but it was all going to be her tedious work.

Carol nodded, "Yes."

Then she picked up one of the pots and went into the bedroom.