Chapitre 93: Concocting A Story

Looking at the furious Mr. Wilson, the maid trembled and whispered, "Master, Miss Jocelyn is not in her room."

Mr. Wilson thought that Mrs. Wilson said that just to make Eliza leave, but he didn't expect Jocelyn to really not be in her room.

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know."

"When did she leave?"

"I'm not sure."

Mr. Wilson kicked the coffee table in front of him angrily.

"Why don't you know anything I ask you about? What's the point of hiring you then? Did I hire you to freeload in my house?" Mr. Wilson looked at the maid in front of him and shouted angrily.

Mrs. Wilson stood up and held Mr. Wilson's arm. At the same time, she reached out and slowly stroked his chest to appease him.

"Darling, it's not the maid's fault. They're humans and need to rest. No one can stay by Jocelyn's side 24 hours a day and watch her every move."

The maid looked at Mrs. Wilson gratefully and was unhappy with Jocelyn.