"That's good." Tomer nodded and said, "I'll take care of her."
"Thank you so much, Tomer."
"It's my duty." Tomer said, "Fortunately, it's not serious and so we don't need to bother Mr. Cheney with this."
Butler Santana paused, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Did Tomer know she had called Mr. Cheney?
"Mr. Cheney would be angry if he heard that we couldn't even look after a guest." Tomer remarked casually.
Butler Santana felt that Tomer was right. If Mr. Cheney found out, it wouldn't be good.
Besides, Mr. Cheney has just arrived in Lonton and must be quite busy.
She had heard that Miss Yolanda had surgery.
"It's not a big deal, Butler Santana, go ahead and do your work." Tomer said.
"All right, I will."
"Hmm."
Although Butler Santana was personally entrusted by Mr. Cheney, Tomer was more experienced and senior in the Cheney Residence. Therefore, Santana often respected her and never questioned her conclusions.
Jasmine Yale had been sleeping for a long time.
