Chapter 461 What's Going on with the Little Maid?
Eula was really about to be driven mad by him. "Just because I'm your friend, and you once helped me get back on my feet, I don't want to see you destroy yourself like this."
Geoffrey chuckled lightly. "I don't need friends. If you were my girlfriend, I'd listen."
Eula was stunned, realizing his mind was still on that.
"Eula, since you don't want to be with me, please stay out of my business. Sierra Diaz, show her out." With that, he used his cane to find his way and walked towards the study.
Sierra Diaz came over. "Ms. Lowe, this way, please."
Eula sighed. "Geoffrey, I'll come to see you again tomorrow. The doctor will come with me. If you don't open the door, I'll bring my own key."
The meaning was clear. Whether he liked it or not, she would come.
She was determined to take care of his affairs.
Sierra escorted Eula out of the house. As she closed the door, her lively eyes glanced upstairs.
Then she stepped back inside and walked into the study, where Geoffrey was sitting at the desk reading a book.
"Mr. Hopkins, Ms. Lowe has left." She was peeling an orange and asked, "Ms. Lowe seems to care a lot about you. Why don't you tell her your eyes have healed?"
Geoffrey looked up and glanced at her. "Sierra, do you still want to work here?"
If it weren't for her pitiful situation and having nowhere else to go, he wouldn't have kept her here.
Sierra's eyes sparkled. She wasn't angry at his words but instead popped a segment of orange into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out. "Oh, I won't say anything then."
She then sat on the sofa and started picking at the fruit.
Geoffrey glanced at her. Sierra was still a child who loved to eat.
But she was simple and didn't meddle in other people's business.
Sierra finished a plate of fruit and suddenly remembered. "Mr. Hopkins, I ate the fruit I just cut for you. Do you want more? I can cut some for you now."
Geoffrey replied indifferently, "No, if you want to eat, go get it yourself."
Sierra jumped up happily. "Thank you, Mr. Hopkins!"
Then she ran out of the study like the wind, her laughter like wind chimes.
Geoffrey couldn't help but look up at her. Sierra's daily chatter brought life to the quiet villa.
Eula drove away, and just as she left Bright Peak, Shirley's call came in.
She put on her Bluetooth headset and answered. "Mrs. Hopkins."
"Eula, have you arrived? I want to talk to Geoffrey."
"Mrs. Hopkins, he kicked me out."
"What? He kicked you out? And you just left? Couldn't you have stayed? None of us have been able to get in these days. We don't know how he's been living." Shirley started scolding, clearly displeased with Eula's departure.
"Mrs. Hopkins, I saw him. Geoffrey is fine. He's shaved, his clothes are clean, and he looks well. That little girl is taking good care of him!"
"Little girl?"
The Hopkins family had a middle-aged woman cleaning the villa. Her husband was the Hopkins family's driver and had worked for them for many years.
It was because of their honesty and loyalty that she was allowed to clean the vacation villa.
"The servant inside. She's taking good care of Geoffrey."
Shirley was puzzled. "That maid is a middle-aged woman. How did she become a little girl? Is a little girl reliable?"
At this point, Shirley was ready to find Bradley Lawson and ask what was going on. How did they get a young person in there?
"I think it's fine. Anyway, Geoffrey seems to be doing well. I'll go back tomorrow. You can have the doctor come with me to continue his treatment."
Hearing this, Shirley finally relaxed. "Okay, call me tomorrow."
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