Tiffany Mamet burst into tears as soon as she saw Julius Mamet, "Brother."
Julius Mamet looked towards the worn-out figure of Isla Mamet, "Aunt."
"Julius."
"Aunt, I want to talk to you."
"Brother."
"Be good, obey. Leave all the matters to me."
Julius Mamet knew what was weighing on his sister's heart, and his words were undoubtedly a reassurance for Tiffany Mamet. Her tears flowed even more, and she nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to brother."
Atkinson Manor, Bell Tower Building.
In the courtyard, Gem Atkinson lay on a lounge chair.
Two plump little hands were gently supporting his head.
"Darling, are you tired?"
"Daddy, I'm not tired at all," Audrey said.
"If you're tired, just let go, okay?"
"Okay."
The weather was good today, and Eleanor Spencer Atkinson planned to wash her son's hair. Audrey rolled up her sleeves to help as well.
Clive brought basin after basin of water, placing them beside the lounge chair.
