Capítulo 595: Chapter 9 Ravines

In the Mitchell's living room, Winters changed into his tattered lumberjack outfit and asked earnestly, "What do you think? Do I look like a refugee escaping famine?"

Anna shook her head with a smile.

"How long has it been since this outfit was washed?" Catherine evaluated while reclining on a chaise, wrinkling her nose.

Mrs. Mitchell came into the living room, carrying a set of sparkling, translucent teacups.

Seeing Mrs. Mitchell approach, Catherine immediately let go of her casual posture, sat up properly, and politely accepted the teacup—as if a mouse had seen a cat.

It was the same with Lieutenant Juan.

Accepting the teacup with both hands, Juan sneered at his younger comrade, "Come on! If refugees escaping famine had your physique, I'd pack my bags and flee right now."

Juan's mouth was as venomous as it was slick, and both Anna and Catherine covered their lips to laugh lightly, even Mrs. Mitchell couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile.