The Dead Cannot Be Resurrected

Mrs. Walton looked at Ray in front of her and was speechless. As the saying goes, dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes gave birth to phoenixes. The son of a rat knows how to dig holes. This child was about the same age as Mia, but she had learned something she shouldn't have learned from her mother. She had been influenced. She didn't become crooked, she was born crooked!

"Is it beautiful? I don't believe it," Mrs. Walton said casually.

Ray immediately ran over and wanted to snuggle up to Mrs. Walton innocently as she opened the gift box. "It's a purple bracelet. Grandma Walton, do you think it's beautiful?" Ray looked at Mrs. Walton with sparkling eyes.

Mrs. Walton moved to the side and took a look at the bracelet before saying, "It's indeed not bad. I usually give this type bracelet to our cooking auntie. Also, all the servants' get one for their birthday."

Lace: "…"

Ray: "…"