"Miss, would you like to move to the guest room downstairs? There are no trees in the room blocking the window," Hana suggested.
"No," Bella said angrily. "I don't know what my uncle was thinking. You are old but my uncle still lets you be his servant. You can't even solve this small problem. Let me tell my uncle to fire you tomorrow."
Hannah laughed at that. "Miss, I am already 70 and yes, I am old. Can you see how old I am and how slow I move? I have to sleep tonight. Tomorrow, I'll have someone cut the tree."
"Not. Cut the tree now. Where's my uncle?" Bella asked angrily.
"He and his wife are in his study. If there's nothing important, it's best not to disturb them," said Hana.
"I can't sleep peacefully. Is that not an important issue? There's no point in talking to you. I want to talk to my uncle!" Bella immediately went upstairs.
Hana could only shake her head in resignation and couldn't say anything else.
