"What's the matter?" Viola Thompson slightly turned her gaze.
Nathaniel went on to say, "Lady Thompson has passed away."
Upon hearing these words, Viola froze for a moment, then asked, "When did this happen?"
"Last night." Nathaniel answered.
There were no significant emotional changes on Viola's face.
"Send a wreath." A moment later, Viola continued speaking.
Respect is due to the deceased.
No matter what Lady Thompson had done in her lifetime, at this moment, she had reduced to a pile of dust.
What's there to fuss about with dust?
"Alright." Nathaniel nodded, then said, "I'm afraid there's going to be chaos at the Thompson Clan."
The three brothers of the Thompson Clan were not harmonious to begin with. With Lady Thompson gone, there would undoubtedly be an uproar in the Thompson Clan.
It was expected that Viola would not respond, but surprisingly, she said at this moment, "Thompson has the capacity to bear the weight."
