The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 1337

He was making a call on the balcony. When he heard that I was up, he hung up the call and looked back at me, saying, "You should go wash up. We're going to the Zimmersons ’ home."

"Okay."

We came to Limbia mainly to pay our respects to Mr. Harold and visit Mrs. Mathilda Zimmerson.

At the Zimmersons' home.

Theo told me a few things about the Zimmersons on our way there. The Zimmersons were a century-old family that started off by selling grains to make a living. Later, the business did badly due to environmental factors and the provocation of the wrong sorts of people. Mr. Harold

was sent to Whaldorf City to further his education, where he met Jackson Theo, Theo's grandfather. Jackson was trying to build a career for himself back then. The two hit it off well, so they began their journey to wealth and prosperity. Later, Mr. Harold had no choice but to leave Whaldorf City, and the two stopped keeping in touch.

Mr. Harold left Whaldorf City because his parents had passed away and his siblings died in an accident. He needed to return to take over the family business. Although he was only left with an empty shell of the family business at the time, he bit the bullet and pushed through.

He knew that his parents' and siblings' deaths were no coincidence, hence he launched an investigation and found out that his siblings' deaths were probably due to internal strife. He stopped investigating. After settling down, Jackson reconnected with Mr. Harold. Both of them had started a family, and their wives became best friends.

There was no telling how much of a blow Mr. Harold's death would bring to Mathilda.

When I walked into the Zimmersons’ home with Theo, my eyes lit up.

The entire mansion looked classically elegant. It was like stepping into ancient times.

Upon entering the hall, several people were standing there. There were men, women, and children. They were probably the Zimmersons' children and grandchildren.

These people looked sullen, maybe because of Mr. Harold’s death and Mathilda falling ill.

"Mr. and Mrs. Grant, Madam Mathilda is upstairs. Please come upstairs to meet her."

It was the Zimmersons' butler who spoke. He looked to be 50 or 60 years old, looking both mature and reliable.

Under his guidance, Theo and I went up to the second floor and entered a room filled with a strong smell of disinfectant and medicine.