Chapter 863: What a Painstaking Effort
Mrs. Gerald set down the photo and sat back down at the dining table.
Tied with an apron, her well-maintained face, whether because of a lack of rest or having too many worries, carried a rich sense of vicissitudes.
Her eyes were red with bloodshot veins, and she seemed so haggard and weak as if a gust of wind might cause her to faint.
"..."
Caroline looked around the room at the furnishings, all of which carried special meanings and were the beginnings of magical arrays; none were placed at random.
"It really is a painstaking effort."
She furrowed her brows slightly and withdrew her gaze from surveying the house, letting it fall on the Geralds.
Mrs. Gerald picked up food and ate it as if nothing were amiss, showing no feeling for the dreadful scene before her.
Whenever she remembered her son who had died from an accidental drowning in the prime of his life, tears would uncontrollably stream down Mrs. Gerald's face.