"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 sothing into Aunt Collins’ mouth.
However, with Mrs. Johnson present, he couldn’t do anything.
"Oh, I rember you, you’re Aunt Collins, right... You were also one of the old hands under Nelson’s butler. Co, co, sit down, sit down, quickly tell , 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."
Mandy Jenkins, upon hearing this, suspiciously said, "Why on earth would the bed sheets in her room not be enough? The Wellington family isn’t so stingy that we can’t even supply enough bed sheets, right?"
"No, no, no, every guest room as per regulations has at least three sets of replacent bedding, and the room where Miss Brown stays has four sets, there absolutely shouldn’t be an issue of not being ready."
Perhaps out of fear of being questioned by Mrs. Johnson, Aunt Collins quickly explained the situation of the guest rooms.
But as soon as she said this, Mrs. Johnson’s eyebrows furrowed even tighter.
"Since Skye’s room has four sets of bedding, how could there not be enough to change? And just now, I also heard Ian’s na, is this related to the Young Master?!"
"This... this..." Aunt Collins was troubled, not knowing if she should speak.
Mrs. Johnson imdiately sensed that Aunt Collins was intentionally concealing sothing, and with a stern face, coldly said, "Aunt Collins, the Madam is asking you a question now, it’s best you just say what you know honestly. I don’t want to spend half the day asking a servant in my own ho."
"Yes, yes, Madam, I’ll say it now, I’ll say it now..."
Aunt Collins seed frightened into a stupor by Mrs. Johnson’s threatening words.
Regardless of whether the words were appropriate, she imdiately spilled what she knew.
"Every night Mr. Wellington sleeps in Miss Brown’s room until dawn. The next day, when we go to tidy up the room, not only are the bed sheets dirtied, but the bathroom is often a ss. There... are sotis... strange things left on the... uh... sofa..."
"And not only that, it’s one thing if they’re dirty, but the bed sheets are always torn as well. I also... don’t know what on earth the Young Master is doing in the room with Miss Brown. Anyway, once I accidentally went in to clean the room and happened to bump into Miss Brown coming out of the bathroom, and I saw... saw..."
Aunt Collins turned crimson, unable to continue speaking for a mont.
But her words made Mrs. Johnson anxious.
Her eyes widened, and even her lips, painted with red lipstick, parted widely, without herself realizing it.
"And then? What did you see... why did you stop talking?" Mrs. Johnson was so anxious, she wished she could pry Aunt Collins’ mouth open to make her speak faster.
"I... I..."
"Oh dear, stop just ’I, I, I,’ and hurry up and speak... speak!"
Prompted by Mrs. Johnson’s urging, Aunt Collins took a deep breath and finally let it all out: "I saw, all over Miss Brown’s neck, chest, and even that slender waist, were love bites, blue and purple. Judging by the look... well... it was clearly the result of Mr. Wellington’s excessive force at night!"
After saying this, Aunt Collins lowered her face, and two blushes appeared on her cheeks.
[Today’s shift ended late, just wrote a Chapter, the next Chapter will be before 6:30 PM]
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