"Mm."
On the other side.
Hospital.
Viola Thompson was watching a video of Mrs. Thompson prostrating three times and kowtowing in front of her sickbed.
She furrowed her brows closely.
Something is very off.
Being a veteran of wars, Mrs. Thompson had never been superstitious, she only believed in herself. So how could she go to a temple to pray for blessings? Moreover, in such a manner!
Someone must have incited this.
Mrs. Thompson is old and the winter in the Capital City is below ten degrees, forcing the elderly to prostrate and kowtow at St. John's Co-Cathedral, something was bound to happen!
A moment later, Viola rose from the sofa and went outside.
Mary Perryne just came in with a thermal bucket, "Viola, it's time to eat."
"Alright."
Viola went in with Mary.
The noon meal was sumptuous, there was plenty of food and soup, all specially cooked and delivered by the home cook.
Everything to Viola's taste.
