Alitzel Williams's frown deepened upon hearing this. She turned to look at Joy Ward, her expression slightly changing, filled with pity as she went over and took her hand, apologizing, "I'm sorry, Joy, I was just too anxious earlier."
Joy bit her lower lip and shook her head, "It's alright, Aunt, Grandpa is more important."
"Elder Murphy, Joy, it's raining so hard, why don't you stay at the Lewis Family home tonight and don't leave? Grandpa Lewis is getting old and fell ill again tonight. We don't know if this will happen again later, so we're really grateful for your concern."
A spark flitted through Joy's eyes at these words, and she immediately looked over at Waylon Lewis with gleaming eyes, eager to spend the night at the old Lewis estate; she couldn't have asked for more.
"As for you, Hope Williams, why aren't you leaving? Do you plan to stick around like a plaster? The goal you had when you married into the Lewis Family has been achieved, what more do you want now?"