NovelBookHe was making a call on the balcony. When he heard that | was up, he hung up the call and looked back at me,
saying, "You should go wash up. We're going to the Zimmersons' home."
"Okay."
We cto Limbia mainly to pay our respects to Mr. Harold and visit Mrs. Mathilda Zimmerson.
At the Zimmersons' home.
Theo tolda few things about the Zimmersons on our way there. The Zimmersons were a century-old family
that started off by selling grains to make a living. Later, the business did badly due to environmental factors and
the provocation of the wrong sorts of people. Mr. Harold
was sent to Whaldorf City to further his education, where he met Jackson Theo, Theo's grandfather. Jackson was
trying to build a career for himself back then. The two hit it off well, so they began their journey to wealth and
prosperity. Later, Mr. Harold had no choice but to leave Whaldorf City, and the two stopped keeping in touch.
Mr. Harold left Whaldorf City because his parents had passed away and his siblings died in an accident. He
needed to return to take over the family business. Although he was only left with an empty shell of the family
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbusiness at the time, he bit the bullet and pushed through.
He knew that his parents’ and siblings' deaths were no coincidence, hence he launched an investigation and
found out that his siblings' deaths were probably due to internal strife. He stopped investigating. After settling
down, Jackson reconnected with Mr. Harold. Both of them had started a family, and their wives becbest
friends.
There was no telling how much of a blow Mr. Harold's death would bring to Mathilda.
When | walked into the Zimmersons' hwith Theo, my eyes lit up.
The entire mansion looked classically elegant. It was like stepping into ancient times.
Upon entering the hall, several people were standing there. There were men, women, and children. They were
probably the Zimmersons' children and grandchildren.
These people looked sullen, maybe because of Mr. Harold's death and Mathilda falling ill.
"Mr. and Mrs. Grant, Madam Mathilda is upstairs. Please cupstairs to meet her."
It was the Zimmersons' butler who spoke. He looked to be 50 or 60 years old, looking both mature and reliable.
Under his guidance, Theo and | went up to the second floor and entered a room filled with a strong smell of
disinfectant and medicine.
A doctor in a white coat was writing something while instructing the servant about the medicine to give to
Mathilda and how to take care of her. "Please, cin," the butler said.
The farther we walked in, the stronger the smell of disinfectant was.
An old woman was lying on the bed with an IV drop stand by her bed. She was having a drip.
The butler walked to the side of the bed and bent down to mutter, "Mr. Grant is here, Ma'am."
The old woman slowly opened her eyes and attempted to get up from bed.
The servant quickly went forward to support her and placed two pillows behind her back so she could lean on
them.
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She looked at Theo and me. Her aging body could not take the grief, which caused her to fall ill. It made her look
especially weak.
Theo and | walked over and leaned over to look at her.
Theo said, "I'm Theo Grant, Madam Mathilda. I'm sorry for only visiting now. There were things | had to handle
first.
Please forgive me."
Mathilda smiled slightly and took two deep breaths. Perhaps she was panting for air.
The servant quickly put on her oxygen mask for her. After a few minutes, she removed the oxygen mask and
said, "I'm already happy enough that you're here."
Theo then talked to her about the past.
They did not talk for too long before she fell asleep in exhaustion.
The butler whispered, "Mr. Grant, Madam Mathilda usually isn't awake for long. It's not easy for her to last until «
now. Go have a seat downstairs. I've prepared sdesserts for you." "Okay."
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