Matilda Jenkins felt like this was the most imposing thing she had ever heard, not allowing you into the Ancestral Tomb after death, what... kind of concept is that?
She swallowed and looked up at Mrs. Morrison's face, her heart tumultuous.
To think that Mrs. Morrison could have such an imposing moment, it was truly astonishing.
Matilda Jenkins was already shocked into this state, let alone Nicholas Morrison.
He simply couldn't believe these words came from Mrs. Morrison's mouth.
After being married for so many years, Mrs. Morrison had always been very gentle towards him, taking care of him meticulously, knowing that he liked that tie the most, knowing which leather shoes he felt most comfortable wearing, knowing what clothes he should wear for various occasions; he never had to worry about the household trivialities.
But now...
Nicholas Morrison was startled after a long time and said, "Greta, how did you... become... like... this?"
