Jada had brought two middle-aged maids with her, who looked like stern attendants serving an empress in a palace, with their brows furrowed and eyes glaring, clearly not easy to deal with, One of them, slightly plump with a round face, appeared kind but spoke with a sharp tongue. As soon as she saw Lilah, she pointed at her and demanded, "Where's Dr. Hanson? Get her out here. Our matriarch feels anxious and short of breath; she needs to take a look."

Lilah remembered Miranda had mentioned that after taking her medication, the matriarch would be fine for at least one night.

"My sister isn't feeling well and has gone to bed. You'll have to wait until tomorrow morning." Lilah crossed her arms, her voice cold and intimidating.

The round-faced maid was momentarily stunned, not expecting Lilah to defy them.

"If she's sleeping, wake her up. Is our matriarch's health less important than her sleep?"

Worthless, trash?

Is this how they had been talking about Miranda all along?!

Lilah took a deep breath and replied with a faint smile, "What did you say? I didn't quite catch that."

The round-faced maid's eyes flashed with mockery. "Ha, this sister of yours is a shameless woman throwing herself at men. No wonder you can't understand human language. Are you a simpleton?"

"Enough." At that moment, Jada interjected with a cough, "In front of guests, how can you speak like this?"

The round-faced maid sneered again, "Madam, what kind of guest is she? A common outsider like her isn't even worth a word from you.

Lilah was taken aback.

She had always thought that people of high status, even if they were just pets, should be humble and courteous, not like this master and servants, who wore their superiority on their sleeves and took pleasure in humiliating others.

In the past, Lilah might not have bothered to stoop to their level, but today, she had to do something that went against her usual demeanor.

She rolled up her sleeves, hands on her hips, and said with a sly smile, "I never expected the lapdogs of the rich to have such a charming bark. Truly an eye-opener."

Wealthy families, dogs.

Jada's expression changed instantly.

Seeing this, the round-faced maid stepped forward, attempting to slap Lilah, but Lilah easily caught her wrist.

“Wretched woman, let go of me! How dare you mock us? You must have a death wish!" The round-faced maid flailed about, like a fox borrowing the might of a tiger.

Lilah found it utterly amusing.

With a firm push, the maid fell to the ground, wailing.

"Miss Lilah, " Jada finally spoke up, "the matriarch truly isn't feeling well and wishes for Dr. Hanson to examine her.

She has always been dutiful and shouldn't refuse."

Lilah had done her research on Jada as well.