She quickly glanced at Nolan Morrison, only to see him remain unfazed, his face as calm as a mirror.
Nolan Morrison calmly said, "You have been poisoned and your brain might be a bit unclear. If there's anything you haven't done, you can tell me, and I'll help you. As for the Morrison Family Properties, if you die and can't find someone to give them to, I can help you donate them all."
Matilda Jenkins (⊙o⊙)!
She was surprised not by how generous Nolan Morrison was, but by the fact he could say such things to a dying person, wasn't that a bit cruel!
After all, Mrs. Morrison wasn't a bad person, did he need to provoke her like this?
Matilda Jenkins licked her lips and nudged Nolan Morrison, whispering, "Be a little considerate when you speak."
Nolan Morrison smiled at her, conveying with his eyes that he was perfectly aware, with nothing to take note of.
Mrs. Morrison stretched out a trembling hand to grasp two of Nolan Morrison's fingers, "Nathaniel..."
