Hearing the doorbell, Melody Summers, Miss Lowell, and her grandmother all came over as well.
Grace Sutton was standing at the door with a speechless expression, clearly having no intention of opening it.
Seeing this, Melody asked, confused, "Aunt Grace, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you opening the door?"
Grace Sutton shushed Melody, pointed at the intercom screen by the door, and whispered, "It’s that Vance woman we just ran into!"
Melody froze when she heard this. ’Mrs. Vance again?!’
Seeing Mrs. Vance’s face displayed so clearly on the screen, Melody felt a headache coming on.
’Why won’t this woman just leave us alone?’
’And now she’s come knocking on our door?’
While the four of them were looking at each other in dismay, Mrs. Vance, outside, started ringing the doorbell incessantly again.
She rang the bell and pounded on the door, all while shouting, "Open up! I know you’re in there! Please open the door!"
Melody sighed. Judging by Mrs. Vance’s demeanor, she most likely wouldn’t leave if they didn’t open the door.
So, Melody called out loudly, "Can I help you with something?"
Hearing Melody’s voice, Mrs. Vance immediately replied with a laugh, "Young lady, open the door for me. I’m here to bring your family some supplies!"
After speaking, Mrs. Vance even held up a red plastic bag to the camera, which contained the supplies she had prepared for the Summers family.
’Bringing supplies?’
’Mrs. Vance is actually this kind?’
Melody couldn’t believe it. She felt there had to be a catch.
So, she decisively refused, "Mrs. Vance, we don’t need them. Supplies are so precious right now, you should keep them for yourself!"
But Mrs. Vance ignored Melody’s refusal and insisted, "Oh, we’re all neighbors, don’t be so polite with me! I brought these over especially for you, so don’t make me take them back! Hurry up and open the door!"
Listening to Mrs. Vance, the entire Summers family felt a headache coming on.
They couldn’t possibly open the door and let Mrs. Vance in.
Once she was inside, there would be no hiding the stacks of bottled water and foam planter boxes in the living room!
Outside, Mrs. Vance kept pounding on the door, making it clear she wouldn’t leave unless the Summers family opened up.
Grace Sutton had been holding back her anger in the elevator earlier, and now with Mrs. Vance showing up to harass them, the fury she had just managed to suppress was reignited!
She shouted at the door, "We’re not related and we’re not close, so it’s not right for us to take your things! Just take them back!"
But Mrs. Vance acted as if she couldn’t understand Grace Sutton’s rejection and continued knocking. "Don’t be so polite with me! We’re neighbors! As the saying goes, a close neighbor is better than a distant relative. We should help each other out and look after one another in the future!"
Grace Sutton found this unbearable. She took a deep breath and roared at the door, "I said we don’t want them, are you deaf?! If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police!"
Mrs. Vance paused for a moment, then shouted at the door, unwilling to give up, "I’m kind enough to bring you supplies, and you want to call the police? You really don’t know how to appreciate a kind heart!"
Despite her words, Mrs. Vance was afraid they would actually call the police.
After all, these were chaotic times, and the authorities had begun to impose harsh penalties. If her actions were deemed to be harassment, she could lose her eligibility to receive supplies.
So, no matter how reluctant she was, Mrs. Vance could only retreat resentfully, heading back down to 1505.
...
The moment Mrs. Vance opened the door to 1505, a little boy rushed toward her.


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