Chapter 170 Finally Met
Jerry pretended to be surprised and raised his head, pointing to his ear at the bodyguard, indicating that he was old and couldn't hear well.
The bodyguard said, "So you're deaf." He shouted loudly at Jerry, "Clean up faster, don't be so slow."
Several bodyguards came out of the restroom one after another. The leading boss looked at Jerry's hunched figure and frowned slightly. "Was this janitor outside here the entire time?" He was cautious by nature and afraid of problems.
Another bodyguard shrugged. "Boss, it's fine. This janitor is deaf."
Perhaps because they all thought Jerry had hearing problems, they became more unrestrained. This was their territory, and the bodyguards, although paid, had been here together for over a month, guarding a middle-aged woman who was close to death, making their days quite boring.
"Boss, do you think this woman can be saved? It would be much better to go out for a drink than to be bored here."
"Who knows? We've been paid, so we have to do our job." The employer had paid them quite a sum. "This woman probably won't live much longer, but I have a feeling the employer doesn't want her to die so soon. She had a rejection reaction, then they gave her some medicine."
"The affairs in wealthy families are really complicated. Have you guys seen the female employer? She seems quite wealthy."
"The girl who used to come every week before looks good. Is she the daughter of the woman in the room?"
"Yes, she's probably coming in again one of these days. Her skin is young and delicate. I touched her finger before."
"Look at you, you lecherous guy."
These bodyguards made a few vulgar remarks. After all, they didn't see women around here.
Jerry lowered his head, tightly gripping the mop in his hand. His face was heavy as he raised his head and asked hoarsely, "Does the ward still need cleaning?"
"No, you can leave." a bodyguard said. Jerry didn't move. The bodyguard, knowing Jerry couldn't hear well, shouted, "Go, go, go."
"Alright." Jerry picked up the bucket and bent down to prepare to go downstairs.
Suddenly, the boss of the bodyguards said, "Let him come over and mop the floor inside."
"I'm talking to you. Come in and mop the floor," the bodyguard yelled.
Jerry finally saw Rosalie.
He walked into the ward with the bucket and mop. The smell of disinfectant inside was strong, making his nose tingle. It had been many years since the car accident that sentenced him to ten years in prison, reduced by three years. After a full seven years, he was finally released, but he had never received any news from Rosalie.
Finally, at this moment, he saw Rosalie.
'Rosalie, how did you end up like this?' he thought miserably.
Rosalie lay on the hospital bed, her face pale and weak. Her body was severely emaciated, with various tubes inserted, seemingly relying on a ventilator to sustain her life.
Jerry just took a glance, feeling heartbroken and wanting to cry, but the bodyguards were outside, so he dared not make a scene and had to endure it.
Jerry lowered his head and mopped the floor without hesitation, afraid of arousing suspicion from the bodyguards. After quickly glancing at Rosalie, he left immediately.
"The floor is mopped. Do you need anything else?" Jerry asked.
"No, you can go," came the reply.
Jerry then left the sixth floor with a hunched back.
On the other side, Natalie was getting ready to go upstairs and sent Jerry a text message.
Natalie: [Jerry, where are you?]
Jerry replied: [Turn left on the third floor, Room 302 for cleaning.]
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