282: Turmoil, protect Viola Thompson with your life!_1
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Mrs. Thompson just sat there listening.
Her face betrayed no emotion.
She neither agreed nor disagreed.
One could not guess what she was thinking.
Rachel Barton narrowed her eyes slightly.
She had thought that after suggesting this, Mrs. Thompson would immediately go to St. John's Co-Cathedral to pray for Viola Thompson.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Thompson hesitated.
Indeed, people are inherently selfish.
Even if the other party was her own granddaughter.
This old woman was too afraid of death.
Rachel Barton's eyes were full of mockery, she picked up a box of food, spooning out a bowl of green vegetables and yam porridge.
"Grandma Thompson, regardless, you should eat something first."
"Okay." Mrs. Thompson took the box of food.
Perhaps because Mrs. Thompson was not in a good mood and had lost her appetite, the dinner was relatively light.
Green vegetable and yam porridge with two slices of millet buns, along with a small dish of appetizing pickles.