Grand Lady Johnson's Worries 3

At night, Johnson Old Mansion.

Grand Lady Johnson and Alfred stayed alone in the room. Grand Lady Johnson looked at Alfred's gradually aging face, and couldn't help but look at her own skin. Despite the best care, aging was inevitable.

"Alfred, is it snowing outside?" Grand Lady Johnson asked.

Alfred got up, glanced out the window, and sure enough, snowflakes began to drift down.

"Yes, Old Lady, it's snowing," Alfred replied.

Grand Lady Johnson was particularly gloomy tonight. Chloe Johnson's recent actions had hit her hard.

"How old is Chloe this year?" Grand Lady Johnson asked absentmindedly.

"If I remember correctly, Miss Johnson is 29 years old this year," replied Alfred.

Grand Lady Johnson looked at the snowflakes drifting outside, her thoughts seemingly returning to 29 years ago, "Back then, it was also a snowy day when I gave birth to a daughter. Apart from you, nobody knows her anymore, right?"