The Woman From Hell

He was making a call on the balcony. When he heard that I was up, he hung up the call and looked back at me, saying, "You should go wash up. We're going to the Zimmersons' home."

"Okay."

We came to Limbia mainly to pay our respects to Mr. Harold and visit Mrs. Mathilda Zimmerson.

At the Zimmersons' home.

Theo told me a few things about the Zimmersons on our way there. The Zimmersons were a century-old family that started off by selling grains to make a living. Later, the business did badly due to environmental factors and the provocation of the wrong sorts of people. Mr. Harold

was sent to Whaldorf City to further his education, where he met Jackson Theo, Theo's grandfather. Jackson was trying to build a career for himself back then. The two hit it off well, so they began their journey to wealth and prosperity. Later, Mr. Harold had no choice but to leave Whaldorf City, and the two stopped keeping in touch.

Mr. Harold left Whaldorf City because his parents had passed away and his siblings died in an accident. He needed to return to take over the family business. Although he was only left with an empty shell of the family business at the time, he bit the bullet and pushed through.

He knew that his parents' and siblings' deaths were no coincidence, hence he launched an investigation and found out that his siblings' deaths were probably due to internal strife. He stopped investigating. After settling down, Jackson reconnected with Mr. Harold. Both of them had started a family, and their wives became best friends.

There was no telling how much of a blow Mr. Harold's death would bring to Mathilda.

Zimmersons' home with Theo, my

looked classically elegant. It was like stepping into

the hall, several people were standing there. There were men, women, and children. They were probably the Zimmersons' children

of Mr. Harold's

Mrs. Grant, Madam Mathilda is upstairs. Please come upstairs

looked to be 50 or 60 years old, looking

and I went up to the second floor and entered a room filled with a strong smell

was writing something while instructing the servant about the medicine to give to Mathilda and how to take

in, the stronger

lying on the bed with an IV

side of the bed and bent down to mutter, "Mr. Grant is

eyes and attempted to get

two pillows behind

Her aging body could not take the grief, which caused her to fall ill. It made

and I walked over and leaned