"Alright." Harry Zachary turned off the ignition. With Madam's words, as her assistant, he could only get out of the car and go in to fetch it; it wouldn't be appropriate to have her bring it out.
Harry Zachary followed closely behind Josephine Hawthorne into the villa. In the hall, Henry Hargrave was leaning back in his wheelchair watching TV, alone, while the maids were busy with their own tasks.
"Xiao Juan, the weather is good today, take Mr. Hargrave out for a walk!" As soon as she entered the hall, Josephine Hawthorne raised her voice and shouted. Xiao Juan responded and jogged out from the kitchen, "Madam, you're back."
"Yes," Josephine Hawthorne carried her handbag and walked toward the staircase with her chin raised, "Take Mr. Hargrave out for some fresh air."
"Yes, Madam." Xiao Juan responded, picked up the blanket from the sofa and draped it over Henry Hargrave's legs, then began to push him outside, saying, "Sir, let's go out for some fresh air."
"Uh...uh..."
