But he quickly collected himself, walked over to Eleanor Armstrong, and hooked arms with her. "Let's go," he said.
Terrence Lentz and two assistants lagged behind, carrying bags of various sizes.
The group had just reached the door.
Viola Thompson emerged from inside. "Uncle, Auntie, you've arrived," she greeted.
Viola was wearing a red dress today.
She rarely wore red.
Looking at her, the vibrant color struck one's gaze. Red is a color that tends to absorb all other colors, dulling the complexion of those who aren't fair. But Viola's beauty and milky-white skin made the red dress seem slightly dim in comparison.
"Viola."
Viola led the way in front. "Uncle and Auntie, please come in," she urged.
Mary Perryne and Sawyer Thompson were both inside.
Mandel Thompson, Samuel Thompson, and Edward Thompson were sitting upright on the sofa.
The atmosphere in the room felt rather solemn.
