"Stanley, what did you call her?"
Johanna's face was stiff, her smile completely wiped away. Her gaze sharpened, radiating with malice as she demanded, "What did you just call her?"
Stanley grinned, completely unfazed. "Mrs. Russell. Is there a problem?"
"Who gave you the permission to call her that? She doesn't have the proper title or status. There are countless women vying to marry into the Russell family. Some people should stop being delusional!"
Johanna glared daggers at Felicia, making it crystal clear who she was referring to.
Stanley shook his head, maintaining a polite demeanor, but his tone grew more serious as he replied, "Ms. Rosario, you seem to be overstepping. Mr. Russell's intentions are not for you to speculate on."
"You…"
The remark was a sharp reminder for Johanna to know her place. In the Russell family, she was merely a guest. Acting so presumptuously and trying to interfere in the Russell family's matters was far beyond her standing.
Seething in anger but lacking the authority to reprimand, Johanna had no choice but to swallow her frustration and sneer at Felicia.
Hmph! She would endure this for now. One day, she'd make sure Felicia realized that the position of Mrs. Russell belonged to her, Johanna!
Felicia, of course, felt the burning gaze directed at her. If looks could kill, she would probably have died many times over.
"What on earth is her problem?" Felicia mused.
Her patience wore thin, so her voice turned cold as she said, "So, are you here to seek consultation or not? If not, I'm leaving."
She had come as the miracle healer. Did they really think famous doctors were all pushovers?
When seeking medical help, showing a respectful attitude was to be expected.
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