"Cough, cough..."
Ruth Upperton was coughing violently.
She wanted to swat away Bertha Marley's hand, but Bertha Marley had studied at the Kyoto Institute.
Although she couldn't compete with masters like Isabella Lindsey, dealing with an elderly person like Ruth Upperton was more than enough.
So.
Under her coercion, Ruth Upperton almost drank the whole glass of water.
She put down the glass.
Bertha Marley gently helped her soothe her heaving chest, comforting her, "Grandma, don't be nervous, just relax."
"You, what kind of water did you make me drink?" Ruth Upperton looked grave.
She wanted to get up to the restroom to retch, but Bertha Marley forcibly pinned her down on the sofa, unable to move.
She then realized how terrifying the always frail-looking Bertha Marley could be!
In comparison.
That wild girl often gave people the cold shoulder, but at least she was consistent inside and out, not scheming like Bertha, with such heavy strategy!
