After returning to her own hospital room, Lola Hussey found that besides Frankie Foster, there were two unfamiliar women in the room.
Their hair was tied up, and they were wearing black and white maid uniforms with ruffled edges.
Lola Hussey: "Frankie, who are they? Why are they in my room?"
Frankie looked up and saw Lola finally return. He walked over and told her, "They just barged in, saying they are your servants from now on. One is called something like 'Poor Shit' and the other is called something like 'Shit on the Ground'. I almost laughed my ass off hearing these names."
Lola Hussey: "..."
Poor Shit?
Shit on the Ground?
"Hello, Miss Hussey."
"Hello, Miss Hussey."
Both maids put down their work, walked over, and greeted Lola Hussey.
And corrected Frankie's misnaming of them: "I'm Jones, and she's Edith. From now on, we'll be taking care of Miss Hussey's daily needs."
Frankie whispered into Lola's ear: "That's what they said earlier, and I was completely confused. I thought, don't you need money to look after your daily needs? Just looking at their attire, it's like court-style. They're going to have to take a good chunk of the money from your bank account."
After that, Frankie immediately asked Lola, "Since you're here, should I drive them away?"
Lola's response was, "Drive away? Why should I drive them away?"
Frankie: "They're here to steal money!"
Lola Hussey patted her chest: "It's okay, I have money now."
Then she lowered her voice and whispered into Frankie's ear, "Didn't I just get a hundred million dollars in my bank account? If I don't spend it, am I supposed to use it for breeding babies?"
Apparently, Jones heard what Lola had said.
Jones smiled at Lola and said, "Don't worry, Miss Hussey. You don't have to pay us any salary."
"You see!" Lola immediately said to Frankie, "They said they don't want a salary! They're working for me under the table!"
Frankie: "..."
"Lola, working under the table is illegal. If the police find out, then we..." There's no such good thing!
Edith maintained her standard smiling face: "How can this be called working under the table? We just want to serve Miss Hussey voluntarily."
Frankie: "..."
The way they talked was just like a certain treasure!
Compared to Frankie's various worries, Lola Hussey had a much quicker acceptance: "Then from now on, you two are officially on the job."
Thinking of the 'poor' Ethan Ainsley next door, Lola hurriedly ordered Jones, "I want two portions of Bamboo Flavor Pavilion's beef bone soup, two Axe-Handle Rib-Eye Steaks, and some small vegetarian dishes."
"Alright, Miss Hussey. I'll prepare it right away."
Frankie leaned in and asked, "Lola, can you finish all that food? You just tried a few bites of the beef bone soup I ordered for you."
Lola happily and quietly told Frankie, "There's a car accident victim in the room next to mine, do you know that? He's the Ainsley Group CEO Ethan Ainsley!!"
Frankie nodded, "I know, but he was upstairs earlier, and it's only now that he's next to you."
"You actually know."
Lola didn't make too much of a fuss and said, "I just visited him, and it was so deserted... I thought, as a neighboring patient, I should take care of him a little."
"What care!" Frankie said with displeasure, "Just because of his little whoosh, Lola, you almost had to drink the soup of oblivion."
Lola Hussey asked inexplicably, "Huh?"
Frankie told her, "Lola, let me tell you the truth. The one who caused your car accident was actually Ethan Ainsley."