Chapter 361

Hospital. Richard Grant and Margaret Lane woke up one after another. "What happened? Why am I in a hospital?" Richard jolted upright in bed, clearly shaken. Margaret hadn't fully come to yet. She just stared blankly at the white ceiling, completely spaced out. Everything from earlier flashed through her mind, piece by piece. Her face gradually turned ashen. "You and Madam both collapsed at Miss's wedding. It was the hotel staff who called 911 and got you to the hospital," Aunt Lin, the housekeeper who had worked longest for the Grants, said reluctantly. She had already made up her mind to quit. Everyone else—the other maids, the drivers—were also leaving. After something like this, who'd dare stay in this house? What if netizens came throwing acid or funeral wreaths at their door? No one wanted to end up catching the blame. Still, she couldn't blow up and leave just yet—not until she got her last paycheck. Margaret grabbed her wrist in a panic. "Aunt Lin! What about Daphne? How is she?