Inferior to a dog

In the Smith family's villa.

In Charles' bedroom, Maria was lying in bed with her eyes closed. The private doctor had already visited and placed her on a drip.

Charles sat at the bedside, gently holding Maria’s other hand. Looking at her feverish and flushed face, which was slowly getting back to normal, he felt greatly relieved.

Fortunately, it was just a fever. As long as the fever subsided, Maria would be fine.

"Knock, knock, knock ..."

The bedroom door was gently knocked on from the outside, followed by Maid Heather's voice, "Young Master Smith, Mr. Miller and Mrs. Miller came and wish to meet Mrs. Smith."

Charles squinted a little and said in a cold tone, "Don't let them in."

Maid Heather nodded. Without a word, she turned to leave.

Maid Heather went to the front door and turned on the video call. Looking at the sycophantic face of Samuel on the screen, she sternly stated, "Mrs. Smith is running a high fever. She has no time to see you. You should go!"

She was about to hang up, b