"Good, good—"
Originally thought Mrs. Johnson would find Aunt Collins’s words uncouth and vulgar.
Who knew that after hearing Aunt Collins, she actually applauded.
"Using such strength is a good thing, such a good thing! This is the Wellington family heir, this is the son of Mandy Jenkins, our Ian is finally..."
In her excitent, Mrs. Johnson almost lost control.
Fortunately, she managed to hold her tongue at the critical mont.
"Cough, cough..." Mandy Jenkins coughed lightly to ease the awkwardness.
Even though she deliberately furrowed her brows to appear serious, she couldn’t hide the exuberance in her eyes.
Aunt Collins kept her head down, deliberately preventing others from seeing the smile at the corner of her mouth.
On the contrary, it was Mr. Stephenson, unaware of Dylan Wellington’s secret illness, who frowned unhappily.
To hold Skye Brown back, she purposely said, "Madam, Mr. Wellington may be good. But you also heard, this woman is indiscreet, bewitching people’s hearts... constantly clinging to Mr. Wellington, wasting his energy on such things. You asked to keep an eye on the young master, but that woman keeps whispering in Mr. Wellington’s ear. Just because I criticized her a few tis, she got upset and had Mr. Wellington remove from my position..."
"Enough—what do you an by indiscreet and bewitching? If Skye Brown can keep Ian Moore in her room, that’s her capability... Mr. Stephenson, it’s not that I’m criticizing you, but how are you being a butler? You just told the young master hasn’t slept with her every night..."
"Madam, that’s a misunderstanding. The young master indeed returns to his room to sleep every evening, but..."
Mr. Stephenson wanted to explain further but was already interrupted by Mrs. Johnson.
"Enough—Aunt Collins just said Ian Moore only returns to his room at dawn, so he must spend the whole night in Skye’s room, how can that be not sleeping together? Besides, if she can have Ian Moore enter her room, that’s her ability. Could any other woman do that?"
When Mandy Jenkins said this, she didn’t even realize how high her ticulously drawn eyebrows were raised.
She was filled with joy, for her Ian could finally ’reclaim his prowess.’
And Mr. Stephenson, still unaware, was courting death.
"Madam, that might not be the case. Skye Brown is not the only one who can make Mr. Wellington enter the room..." she couldn’t help but blurt out what was on her mind.
Mrs. Johnson’s face changed dramatically: "What? Is there soone else?"
Yes, how could she forget!
If her Ian could sleep with Skye, it ant Ian’s illness was cured.
It wasn’t just that he could touch Skye, maybe he could touch other won as well.
Mandy Jenkins imdiately recalled what Skye had said before leaving.
Skye asked her to verify for herself whether Dylan Wellington could only sleep with Skye or if he reacted to any other woman.
Yes, yes... This matter is crucial, very important, it must be clarified!
Mr. Stephenson nodded triumphantly: "Yes, it’s not just Skye. Mr. Wellington has also slept with other won..."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Johnson’s eyes lit up.
Only to hear Mr. Stephenson continue: "For example, that actress nad Sasha Hammond, who dated Mr. Wellington before, she often stayed overnight at the small Villa next door. Mr. Wellington spent several nights with her. Additionally, there were several other famous models and actresses in the entertainnt circle, Mr. Wellington also favored them."
After Mr. Stephenson spoke, she thought that now, Madam would finally stop taking Skye seriously.
Who knew as soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Collins’s timid voice sounded: "Madam, regarding this matter, I have sothing to say—"
"Those won Mr. Stephenson ntioned were all before Ms. Brown stayed at the Villa, a long ti ago. And... and..."
"And what, speak quickly!" Mandy Jenkins urged.
In difficulty, Aunt Collins had to lower her head and say, "Also... every day when we clean those rooms over there, the sheets are always spotless. Mr. Wellington... Mr. Wellington was probably very dissatisfied with those won, often didn’t stay for long, and would storm out of the room..."
The sheets, were actually clean!
Mr. Stephenson’s expression froze. How did she never know about this!
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