Chapter 771 Lola: Does It Really Not Affect You? 2
Johnny hung up the phone, and soon his phone buzzed with a Facebook message notification.
It was from Lola, with the hospital address.
After reading it, Johnny started getting dressed. His leg was still giving him trouble, so it took him about ten minutes to get downstairs.
It was late at night, but someone was still in the living room—Tracy.
Tracy looked up at him, noticing his neat attire, and stood up with a subtle expression on her face. "Mr. Flores, are you heading out? Is it because of Ms. Hawkins?"
Johnny stood on the stairs, his gaze lowered.
Tracy was lounging on the couch watching TV, with a table full of snacks in front of her. He knew these weren't bought by the house staff because he didn't like them, and the maid at home would never be so indiscreet.
Looking at Tracy again, he noticed she was wearing a silk nightgown.
She looked like she owned the villa.
This overstepping had gone beyond Johnny's tolerance, yet Tracy seemed unaware of her status. She frowned and said, "Mr. Flores, didn't you say you didn't want to see her? It's so late, and she's calling you out, not caring about your health at all. She doesn't love you."
These words crossed a line for Johnny.
He held onto the stair railing, his face strikingly handsome under the crystal chandelier, but his gaze was colder than the night.
Tracy had been employed by him for a long time.
To her, Johnny was undoubtedly attractive, but she always felt a bit of regret about his leg, which probably wouldn't ever be normal again.
But at this moment, his dignified demeanor stunned her.
She had never noticed how good-looking Johnny was, the light perfectly highlighting his features.
Her heart raced, and her body even trembled slightly.
Johnny slowly descended the stairs and stood in front of Tracy. Her voice became unnatural, "Mr. Flores, why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"
Her body reacted subtly. At that moment, she thought she didn't mind his physical imperfection because his face was perfect enough.
In contrast to her emotional turmoil, Johnny was calm, so calm it was almost heartless.
He sneered, "Ms. Jenkins, you seem to have forgotten your status. The contract clearly states that you are to reside in the staff dormitory behind the villa. What are you doing here? Sitting in my living room, eating snacks in your nightgown? Are you too comfortable, treating this place like your own home?"
Tracy's face turned red.
She looked down at the snacks and defended herself, "I saw no one was using this space! Besides, the single room in the staff dormitory is too small."
Johnny remained unmoved, "You are just an employee, not family."
Tracy wanted to say more.
Johnny, eager to leave, raised his hand to stop her. He was always a decisive person, "From now on, you're fired!"
Tracy was stunned, "You're firing me just for this, Mr. Flores?"
Under the crystal chandelier, Johnny's face showed no hint of a smile, "Because you overstepped your boundaries!"
Just then, a housekeeper came over, hearing the commotion. Johnny pointed at Tracy and said, "Ms. Jenkins has been dismissed. Call Felicity to handle this. And make sure to check her belongings thoroughly before she leaves."
Tracy felt insulted, "Mr. Flores, do you think I'm the kind of person who would take advantage?"
Johnny glanced at the snacks and coldly said, "Yes."
With that, he walked out.
Tracy was left in the living room, trembling with anger, her silk nightgown shaking with her. She had dressed provocatively, hoping Johnny would notice, but in the ten minutes he was there, he didn't spare her a glance.
Aren't men supposed to be visual creatures who get bored easily?
Why, in Johnny's heart, was there only Lola?
Half an hour later, Felicity arrived. Tracy, usually so proud, clung to Felicity, complaining, "I was just doing my job, all for Mr. Flores' sake. Felicity, please talk to Mr. Flores for me. I promise I won't eat here again and will be more mindful."
Felicity looked at the snacks and then at Tracy's attire.
Felicity smiled, "Pack your things. Mr. Flores rarely changes his mind, unless I want to be fired along with you."
Tracy wanted to plead further, but Felicity spoke earnestly, "Mr. Flores has been in the business world for years. He's seen all kinds of beauties. No one can come between him and Ms. Hawkins. You were chosen for a reason, so do your job well and say things Mr. Flores likes to hear. But you, you went out of your way to oppose Ms. Hawkins, the person Mr. Flores would give his life for. Did you ever consider your worth before acting?"
Tracy felt deeply embarrassed.
Felicity, being straightforward, didn't make things too difficult for her. She simply checked Tracy's belongings and then asked her to leave. In the dead of night, watching the car drive away, Felicity sighed softly.
She still had to go to the hospital.
When Johnny arrived at the hospital, it was almost midnight. The hospital was quiet.
In the hallway, only faint footsteps could be heard.
In the dead of night, it felt eerie.
He pushed open the door to the VIP room and saw the dim light inside. On the small bed lay a child, looking weak, even the golden curls on her head seemed lifeless.
Stella was asleep, her delicate features resembling Lola's.
Lola was sitting beside her. She was still in her work clothes from the law firm, a white shirt, and black pants, with her jacket draped over the sofa.
Johnny's gaze fell on her, thinking she looked good in those clothes.
Her high waistline made her legs look long.
And her waist was slim and firm, showing no signs of having had three children.
At that moment, Lola looked over at him.
This was their first face-to-face meeting since she announced she was coming home. Their eyes met, and there was an inexplicable depth to it. After a moment, they both spoke at the same time.
"You're here?"
"How's Stella?"
Another silence followed. Lola got up and touched Stella's forehead, speaking softly, "Not as hot anymore."
The thermometer showed she still had a slight fever.
Knowing Johnny's leg was not well, she pointed to the sofa by the bed, "Sit down, I'll get you some water."
Johnny didn't refuse. After rushing over, his leg was indeed in pain.
He sat on the sofa, leaning over to gently touch Stella's face.
Stella was sleeping soundly.
Her little face was warm and adorable, with a pleasant baby scent. Johnny wanted to hold her because, out of all the children, Stella looked the most like Lola.
Looking at her was like seeing a young Lola.
"Here's some water."
The light was blocked, and Lola's voice sounded above him. Johnny looked up at her.
Lola's face was gentle and warm, more composed than before.
He reached out to take the water, about to thank her, when Lola's seemingly casual voice reached his ears, "Where's Mrs. Flores? Didn't you bring her?"
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