couple of minutes later, amidst the silence that surrounded them, the front door of the house opened and a short, stout woman entered with a basket in her hands.
—Mr. Simons, Mrs. Simons, good afternoon, a pleasure. I'll go and prepare lunch.
—Please call me Layla,— Layla corrected proudly.
—Layla, this is Mrs. Martha,— Bradley said, looking at the woman.
Martha nodded politely and headed for the kitchen. Layla would only be there for a few days, and she didn't really look uncomfortable. She understood that she did need to relax to improve her health, so a small smile crept onto her face.
When Bradley saw that Layla had finally decided to stay, he called Stoner and asked him to bring Milka to the house. To him it was an amazing idea, as there was a chance to set the record straig
