"Madam..."
Aunt Collins walked up to Mrs. Johnson with her eyes downcast, looking very hesitant, nervous, and afraid.
Mr. Stephenson followed right behind her, glaring at her, wishing he could just stuff something into Aunt Collins' mouth.
However, with Mrs. Johnson present, he couldn't do anything.
"Oh, I remember you, you're Aunt Collins, right... You were also one of the old hands under Nelson's butler. Come, come, sit down, sit down, quickly tell me, what exactly is going on with those bed sheets you were talking about outside just now?"
Under the encouraging gaze of Mrs. Johnson, Aunt Collins sat down, hesitantly saying, "It's the Young Lady..."
Just as she started, seeing Mrs. Johnson's face darken, Aunt Collins hurriedly corrected herself.
"Uh, it's Miss Brown's room, the bed sheets in her room aren't enough."
