Charles

At the door, Cecil handed us two warm towels. "Please wipe your hands." "In your opinion, how many days does Old Madame Brown have?" Carroll's voice sounded as dull as the dead water. Cecil pondered for a moment. "Her internal organs are ruined by the chronic poisoning. I don't think she can survive tonight." "Someone wants to bury all the secrets about the past with Old Madame Brown. I am afraid that this trick fails." Carroll rubbed my cheek. "Rose will take you to my bedroom. It will be a busy night for me." "Okay." I nodded obediently. Standing on tiptoe, I kissed Carroll on the cheek. In the bedroom, there were several black dresses. In front of me, Rose walked around with the dresses. "Madam, this will be your first show as the matriarch. Shouldn't you look dignified?" "Whatever." Half a day passed, and Rose couldn't make up her mind. In the end, she gave up and said, "The funeral will last a few days. I think you may wear a new dress per day." "Okay." I picked up my teacup and t