Gladys nodded, but after Nanny Daisy left, she immediately put the dress back and went to the limited collection.
Downstairs, Sophie changed her dress and returned to her seat.
Old Mr. Allson flicked a glance in the direction of the stairs. "Where's Janice? Why hasn't she come down yet?"
Sophie said, "Oh, Janice said she wants to rest."
The moment she finished speaking, Janice slowly walked down the stairs.
Their gazes met, and Sophie smiled meaningfully. "Janice, you don't look well. Why didn't you rest a little longer?"
Janice naturally understood her sarcasm. In her heart, she thought, "The more you want to see me angry, the more I'm going to remain calm. It's just a bed, it doesn't mean anything."
Thinking of this, she also pretended to smile and replied, "Thank you for your concern. I'm fine."
Sophie, on the other hand, saw Janice's nonchalant expression and could not help but feel a trace of doubt. Could it be that she really did not care?
