After leaving Eileen Davidson's room, William Cole didn't leave, instead, he waited in the villa's hall.
Estelle Bowman asked in anger, "Why don't you leave, William Cole?"
"They treated you like that, yet why are you still here?"
"I don't want to be mistreated here any longer!"
William Cole shook his head, "Mr. Davidson saved me once, I can't just sit and watch her die. Just wait a bit longer, no more than five minutes, they'll come to beg me."
"Beg you?"
Estelle Bowman frowned, her face full of disbelief, "That Master Walker is so arrogant, how could he possibly beg you?"
"And that woman, her tone was full of superiority, even less likely for her to beg you."
William Cole smiled, "What to do if they do beg me?"
Estelle Bowman crossed her arms, "If they beg you later, I'll be your personal servant for a month, serving tea and fetching water."
"A month? That's too little, make it a year!" William Cole shook his head.
Estelle Bowman frowned deeply, "Don't push your luck."