Now, Lady Thompson is paralyzed in bed and could pass away at any mont.
Regan Thompson is set in his determination to beco the head of the Thompson Clan, a position he could not afford to lose to Ward Thompson.
As for Vicki Thompson...
Regan Thompson had never considered her as a contender.
After all, she is nothing more than a valueless girl.
Even if Lady Thompson favours her, she wouldn't be so unwise as to pass the leadership of the clan to her.
Indeed, a married daughter is like spilled water.
Unless, Lady Thompson wants the Thompson Clan to change their surna.
Ava Kamani nodded, "Yes, I know all this."
Regan Thompson continued: "And Caleb? He should visit his mother's room more often even if he has nothing to do."
There is a saying: no child remains dutiful to a long-term, ailing parent.
What they need to do now is to show Lady Thompson that they have always and will always be the most dutiful, regardless of the ti or the circumstances.
Ava Kamani continued: "Caleb can only visit his mother's room, perhaps bring her so tea, but he can't do much more. After all, he's a boy."
A man should act like a man. They certainly can't ask Caleb Thompson, a boy, to take care of Lady Thompson's toiletry needs, can they?
That's not appropriate!
Later on, in Lady Thompson's rooms.
After lunch, Vicki Thompson ca to visit.
"Grandma, do you need to use the bathroom now?"
Lady Thompson, lying on the bed, looked at Vicki Thompson and shook her head, "No."
Vicki Thompson asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere, Grandma?"
"Not at all," Lady Thompson, holding Vicki's hand, "Vicki, I'm doing fine. I just want to chat with you."
"Alright," Vicki Smith nodded gently, "Go ahead."
Lady Thompson continued, "I've co to realize in these recent days that you are the only one in this family who truly cares for . Not even your parents are as devoted as you! Vicki, you've worked hard these past few days. Thank you."
At the sa ti, she felt gratified that her granddaughter had not let her affections go to waste.
Hearing this, Vicki Thompson laughed, "Grandma, what are you talking about! It's my duty to do these things. You took care of when I was young, so I should look after you when you're old. I don't find it a burden at all! Please, Grandma, don't thank . If you were to thank , then I would owe you endless thanks."
Everyone likes to hear nice words.
Reality, after all, can be both pleasant and harsh to the ear.
Lady Thompson was no exception, she looked at Vicki, "Vicki, I've been thinking a lot, and I decided to pass on the clan leadership role to you. I have already drafted the will. Once I close my eyes, this position will be yours!"
Vicki Thompson was neither surprised nor did she pretend to refuse, "Grandma, rest assured, I will not let you down! I'll lead the Thompson Clan to new heights!"
Gratitude filled Lady Thompson's eyes, followed by a stern look, "But you must promise one thing."
"What is it?" Vicki Thompson asked.
Lady Thompson slowly began, "You must promise that you will never marry out. You can only ever take in a man as a husband and that your children will carry the Thompson na."
"Yes." Vicki Thompson nodded.
Lady Thompson looked into Vicki's eyes, "Vicki, it's not that I don't trust you, but won, once they fall in love, seem to lose their common sense. Hence, I want you to sign this contract. If you break the contract by marrying out, the leadership will switch to Caleb's hands."
After all, a girl is still a girl.
Thus, Lady Thompson had to keep a backup plan.
After saying that, Lady Thompson took out the contract she had prepared long ago.
Vicki Thompson read it carefully and then signed her na.
Lady Thompson's precaution was not unfounded.
If the roles were reversed and Vicki was Lady Thompson, she might have done the sa.
It was inevitable.
Lady Thompson, satisfied, put the contract away, "Vicki, please don't ever forget what you promised ."
"Don't worry, Grandma." Vicki Thompson was confident in herself.
She was not a woman to be tangled in love.
She definitely would not give up the entire Thompson Clan for a man.
Lady Thompson nodded, "Vicki, I trust you."
Vicki continued, "Grandma, tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and the day after is the Underground City auction. How about I take you out to enjoy the view and clear your mind?"
Lady Thompson initially did not want others to see her in her weakened condition, but then she thought about the fact that Viola Thompson was about to co to apologize and perform an operation on her, so she agreed.
After all, the Lantern Festival only ca once every five years.
At her age, she didn't even know if she could live to experience another one.
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