Helen apologized, "You had an accident at that son of a bitch's hotel, so of course I have to make amends. I've already taught him a hard lesson yesterday, punishing him for kneeling on the scrub board."

"Kneeling on a scrub board?" Christine found the picture comical.

"Hasn't Frank ever kneeled on a scrub board? I'll mail you a few to try someday. It's cool." Helen was sitting on the other side of the bed, diligently and tirelessly teaching her.

Then she saw Christine, who had just been looking at Franklin with adoration, turn to listen to Helen without a trace of hesitation.

When Helen saw Christine leaping and not daring to take actions, she immediately added, "Frank didn't protect you well, so of course he should be punished. What kind of scrubs do you like, I will send you a few styles later."

Christine felt two cold, dangerous glances from behind her and tugged up the corners of her lips, "Not at the moment."

"One more word from you, Helen, and I'll throw you back now!" Franklin finished his speech and was about to kick the woman out.