"Yes, yes, yes!"
George Harris chuckled and said repeatedly.
Elara Don curled her lips, looking at the caregiver, "Brother, could you help me move this recliner inside and also help him in?"
The caregiver frowned imperceptibly, then complied with her request.
Elara's eyes flashed with cunning; after the caregiver helped George inside, she waved her clenched fist at the two of them.
Jerk, daring to impersonate her lover! Even if she can't expose him immediately, she needs to punish him!
"Elly, this is too troublesome. Why don't I take off my clothes and sit in the bathtub to wash?"
George glanced at the recliner, then at the bathtub, and began undoing buttons.
"Tom, it's not that I'm stopping you from washing in the bathtub; it's that your body can't touch water yet."
Elara looked at the impostor, "If you really want to take a good shower, why don't I let the doctor come and check you? We'll listen to the doctor's advice?"
