When Serena Sullivan returned, Ethan Grant was not there. The servants were tidying up, and upon seeing her return, they greeted her and continued with their tasks.
Distractedly, she pushed her wheelchair inside. As she approached the doorway, she felt the wheels sliding quickly and looked down to see water all over the tiled floor.
Looking up again, she saw Mrs. Zimmerman coming over with a bucket, water dripping from the cloth in her hand, splattering onto the floor.
"Mrs. Zimmerman, could you wipe here a bit?"
Serena said casually; the floor was too wet. Although her wheelchair was stable, she worried it might be affected.
Mrs. Zimmerman sneered, throwing the bucket heavily to the ground, causing the water to spill out, making the surroundings even wetter.
"Ma'am, we're mopping the floor; of course, it's wet."
"If you're afraid of slipping, just walk slowly."
Mrs. Zimmerman straightened up, smiling as she spoke.
