Mrs. Zimmerman hesitated for a moment, her lips curled in a mocking smile, "Miss Sullivan, since you know someone has my back, you should pack your things and leave, lest the Young Master returns and personally deals with you."
Serena Sullivan watched Mrs. Zimmerman calmly, her eyes carrying a hint of amusement.
"Yes, Miss Sullivan, you're not quite mobile."
Mrs. Zimmerman continued her taunting, thinking how someone like her wanted to be the lady of the Grant Family.
"Looks like it's not Mr. Grant, nor Mrs. Grant." Serena didn't respond, she smiled lightly and confirmed in a soft voice.
Mrs. Zimmerman's eyes showed disdain, telling her the answer, and those two wouldn't bother sending a servant to deal with her.
Mrs. Zimmerman's smile froze as Serena Sullivan's words hit the mark, and before she could speak, Serena addressed the other servants in the living room, "Please escort Mrs. Zimmerman out of 'Willow Yarrow.'"
