Bye-bye Trash! Hello Queen! novel Chapter 43

Joanna froze. She’d lived there for two years and was confident in her basic conversational skills. She repeated herself, enunciating each word carefully.

But Mr. James just looked even more bewildered.

“I’m not feeling well,” he said. “I need a doctor.”

Joanna, completely missing the point, assumed he’d finally understood her. Beaming, she took his hand. “Mr. James, hello, hello! It is such an honor to meet you!”

James understood that much. His brow, etched with the deep lines of age, furrowed in anger.

Natalie almost burst out laughing at Joanna’s cluelessness. She knew this old man had a notoriously short temper. Joanna had really stepped in it this time.

James suddenly roared, yanking his hand away from Joanna’s. “Can’t you understand me? Get away from me! If you have rocks in your head, go see a psychiatrist!”

“Ah!” Joanna stumbled backward, falling right into Sebastian’s arms.

“Pfft…” Natalie couldn’t hold it in any longer and let out a snort of laughter.

Joanna shot her a venomous glare, and Sebastian’s eyes warned her not to cause trouble.

Ignoring them, James looked furiously at Matthew, the only person he recognized. “I need someone who can actually understand what I’m saying.”

Matthew looked helplessly at Natalie, trusting her completely.

Natalie stepped forward with a warm smile. “My apologies, Grandpa James. This young lady isn’t with us. You mentioned you weren’t feeling well? I can take a look for you. I’m a doctor.”

Joanna was stunned by Natalie. How could she? She didn't even finish high school! The memory of her own condescending words to Natalie earlier made her face burn with humiliation.

Sebastian’s eyes widened in shock.

James nodded grimly. This project was incredibly important to him; that’s why he’d come in person.

“You are a miracle worker, kind girl. But I am here to discuss business with Mr. Griffith and Mr. Monroe.”

Natalie produced a small pill from a vial in her purse. “Grandpa, take this first. It will help you feel more comfortable.”

“Thank you, you lovely girl.” James looked into her clear, honest eyes and trusted her implicitly.

Natalie turned to Matthew. “Mr. Monroe, could you have someone bring in a light, restorative broth?”

Matthew nodded. “Of course. Natalie, ask Mr. James if there’s anything else he needs.”

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