Jennifer couldn't wait any longer as she watched the siblings' eyes darting back and forth.
"Dear Monroe, I'm really not feeling well. Can you ask Miss Dawson what she called me over to ask me? I'll answer her first and go back to rest."
She was clearly in high spirits in the nursery, and even saw that there wasn't the slightest bit of discomfort in the room full of blood. But now, she seemed to be terminally ill.
"What's the rush? Miss Jennifer, please be patient. Why Don't you go sit on the sofa and wait for a while?"
Jennifer looked expectantly at Monroe but found that Monroe seemed to completely agree with Mary's words.
Jennifer was helpless. She saw that the sofa was also stained with a lot of blood. She endured it and finally agreed to let the maid help her over,
Mary was getting more and more satisfied with Monroe's cooperation.
"Get someone to carry the corpse in."
The corpse of the maid was carried in.
