If only Mrs. Thompson's mind was still clear.
Mrs. Thompson's mind is now completely in a state of confusion.
If not, she wouldn't hate Sylvia Thompson so much.
If she were Mrs. Thompson, she would definitely cherish Sylvia Thompson dearly.
But what about Mrs. Thompson?
As her grandson, Bob Thompson did everything he was supposed to do.
He never felt that he owed Mrs. Thompson anything.
Mary Perryne looked at Brandon Thompson, "Brandon, did you contact your second uncle and younger uncle?"
"I contacted them, they're both on the flight back now."
"That's good." Mary Perryne nodded her head.
If something unexpected happened to Mrs. Thompson, at least they could say their last goodbyes.
Although Mary did not want to see the worst outcome.
But now they have to prepare for the worst.
At three o'clock in the afternoon.
Evan Thompson, the Thompson Clan's second son, and his wife returned to Capital City.
