Olivia's POV:
After a while, Orlene slept off, and I received a call from Mr. Bennett asking how she was. I explained the situation to him and also about Orlene's request. It was obvious from his voice that he was dissatisfied, but he agreed anyway.
It was evening, and I helped Orlene freshen up before brushing her hair. The door was pushed open, and Mr. Bennett walked in.
Orlene looked down with a guilty tone. "Mr. Bennett, Orlene was just talking about you," I said, and she glared at me, embarrassed. Mr. Bennett walked closer and placed his hand on her head.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, and she nodded.
"We will have dinner downstairs since you are still admitted," he added, and she pouted.
"Won't I be going home tonight?" She asked, and he shook his head in denial.
"I understand," that's all she said before going mute.
