Nicholas Morrison's death is not a trivial matter; it concerns the entire family and Group. The funeral, Cemetery, and venues for condolences all need to be arranged.
Mrs. Morrison nodded: "It's hard on you."
"It's nothing, it's nothing... It's what I should do." Matilda Jenkins carefully observed Mrs. Morrison's expression and found that she seemed merely haggard without much sadness. This worried her more because she had experienced that kind of heart-wrenching, bone-piercing pain. She understood that the more calm the exterior, the deeper the internal pain.
Mr. Morrison's death was a fatal blow to Mrs. Morrison.
Mrs. Morrison reached out to remove the needle from the back of her hand, and Matilda Jenkins quickly stopped her: "Hey, Madam, you can't do that; the infusion isn't finished yet."
"I'm fine, I don't need the infusion." Mrs. Morrison insisted on removing it.
