Clara Sutton pursed her lips, her eyes filled with sympathy as she looked at her, smiling slightly and saying, "Let's not talk about these things. You shouldn't be so pessimistic. Didn't the doctor say that your condition has been quite good lately? Think in a positive direction. Let's eat first; the food won't taste good if it gets cold."
"Okay."
Alva Astor gathered her thoughts, nodded with a smile, but a trace of sadness remained deep in her eyes, impossible to dispel.
Her biggest regret in this life was the unfilial act of having her grandmother and mother, the elders, see her in such a frail state, and also not being able to have the romance she longed for with Hiram Seaton.
After eating, Clara Sutton accompanied her to watch some TV shows until a nurse came in to supervise her medication.
With Clara Sutton's company, Alva Astor felt much happier, speaking her mind with endless topics to discuss, and even enthusiastically played two pieces on the violin.
