"Bertha, are you feeling unwell?" Ruth Upperton looked at her, increasingly feeling that something was off.
"Grandma, you're overthinking it. She's not sick. She was playing happily with me at home this afternoon."
Unexpectedly.
As soon as he spoke, Bertha Marley seemed to come alive, a stiff smile tugged at her lips as she said to Ruth Upperton, with feigned politeness, "Grandma... Lude is right, I'm not sick, just don't have much of an appetite..."
"Do you want to take some stomach pills?" Ruth Upperton was very concerned for her, treating her as one of her own.
"N-no need, I'll just have some porridge and side dishes."
Bertha Marley timidly answered, occasionally glancing at Lude Johnsons, afraid that she might say something wrong and upset him.
However, Lude Johnsons showed no emotion towards her, rather he smiled broadly, as if praising her for a job well done.
