"Esteemed Mr. Mercer, I know you're rich and domineering, but I am neither your subordinate nor your maid. I don't have to report everything to you, do I?" Lorraine huffed.
"I am just asking, not demanding a report. Ms. Turner, do you really think I care about those trivial matters between you and the Gregory family? Ridiculous."
Annoyance flared up as arrogance took over, with a hint of pride.
"If you find it so ridiculous, then don't ask." Lorraine retorted, deliberately turning her head to look out the window.
The driver in front was so terrified that he dared not say a word, and the atmosphere grew awkward.
They remained silent the entire way to the Mercer's estate.
Dawson was holding his phone and arranging work.
Lorraine however, was quietly reading a medical book.
At the Mercer family's old mansion, the news of Dawson's healed eyesight spread like wildfire.
Agnes tearfully touched her grandson's face with her wrinkled hands, "Bless our ancestors, it must be the ancestors' inter
