After a while, Olivia started to frown.

"How is she?" Sean came forward and asked.

Olivia withdrew her hand and said softly, "Madam Fordham is a little frail. It's probably because she sustained some injuries during childbirth in the past. Her condition can be improved over time."

"I know my condition won't get any better. I'll be content with however many days I have left."

"Mom, please don't say that!" Sean didn't want his mother to be so pessimistic.

"Alright. Let's not talk about that anymore. I'm sure you're all hungry. Let's stop chatting here."

Olivia held her hand. "Madam Fordham, this is such a beautiful place, but isn't it a little lonely if you're here by yourself all year long?"

"I've always preferred peace and quiet. I've never been fond of hustle and bustle. Our family is very united. The younger ones visit me frequently, so I'm never lonely."

Oliva nodded. "That's true. Sean has already recovered from his depression. He'll be able to stay by your side from now on