The little old lady was now adorned in luxurious clothing, though she still looked a little pale.
Lewis was sitting frostily to her left.
To her right was a man over sixty. It was Lewis's father.
A middle-aged couple in their forties sat on the nearby sofa, they were Lewis' elder brother and sister-in-law, and also the parents of Jake.
Although no one had introduced the identity of the petite old lady, anyone able to sit in a prominent position in the Horton family was definitely old Mrs. Horton.
Poppy stood where she was, dumbfounded. "You, you..."
She stuttered for a while but couldn't complete a sentence.
Isla was about to collapse but was fortunately caught by Jake.
Jake was puzzled. "What's wrong with you?"
Isla's hands were trembling.
