Never in Lady Wilson’s wildest dream did she expect that Hannah, who was always so submissive, would retaliate and shout back at her.

Hannah’s backbiting drove her up the wall. However, after realizing that she had no backup now, she was left utterly deflated and dared not say a word.

If she had been nicer to Jennifer at the beginning, the three of them would have become her loyal lapdogs, and Hannah would not dare to make a fuss.

Unfortunately, now she had made enemies with Jennifer and the ladies, and if she offended Hannah at this time, she would have no one else to help her.

Therefore, she said sheepishly, “I don’t want to fight with you. Hurry and get Christopher back to his room, and then carry Harold in!”

Grimaced in pain and choking with sobs, Christopher said, “Mom, thank goodness you still remember me. I can barely hold myself any longer…”

Lady Wilson hurriedly said, “Wendy, Hannah. Hurry up and carry Christopher back to his room so that he can take a rest.”

As the two