Telling The Truth

Little did Mrs. Wilson know that in just a few seconds, a 40-episode series had already appeared in Luke's mind.

He had even divided the two of them into opposing camps, and there was no way Luke would treat his opponent kindly.

"Mrs. Wilson, if Miss Jocelyn is really not feeling well, I can walk to her room and tell her about it face to face." Luke had a polite smile on his face, but his eyes were cold. He sized up Mrs. Wilson like a magnifying glass.

Luke's inquisitive gaze made Mrs. Wilson begin to feel uncomfortable, as if thousands of ants were running all over her body.

Mrs. Wilson squirmed in her seat uncomfortably. At the same time, she wanted Maria to hurry downstairs and not waste too much time upstairs.

She could not hold on anymore.

"Madam is not letting Miss Jocelyn come out to see me, and not letting me go see Miss Jocelyn either. Is Miss Jocelyn not at home at all and Madam is just stalling for time here?"