Dissatisfied

Another servant continued the conversation. "Exactly. There has never been a woman who dared to lay a hand on Mr. Stewart, that slap was fierce." "Speak quietly. If someone hears it, we're in for it!" The murmur gradually faded, except for the few remarks of dissatisfaction towards Lucille mingling. Lucille felt dizzy and sat up from the bed. Only then did she notice the intravenous needle being injected into the back of her hand. The intravenous needle had long been emptied, but the servants who were supposed to take care of her had failed to notice as they were idly chatting at the corner. Blood had flowed backward from the needle. No wonder it hurt every time she moved it. Lucille pulled out the needle herself. She found a clean cotton swab from the side to press on the pinhole wound left from the needle. After the blood stopped, she casually threw the swab in the trash bin. Upon hearing the noise, the servants finally noticed that Lucille had woken up. "Miss... Miss Jules..." Both