Atra Blanc was shrouded in sorrow for the entire day, and after lunch, she spent her time folding ritual ingots in the living room downstairs.
She also used paper to cut out many clothes, meticulously matching suits and vests, even gluing small paper buttons on them one by one, instead of just drawing circles with a pen.
Alexander Summers said to her, "You've already burned so much ritual money for him, it's enough for him to spend. Why bother with these?"
Atra, her eyes reddened, whispered, "When he was alive, did he ever have to worry about his own clothing and daily needs? They were always prepared and served by the servants. Even if I burn a lot of money, I don't know whether he'll be able to spend it."
Alexander, ruthless and brutal outside, was helpless with his own mother, and could only suggest, "Why don't you burn some servants for him to use?"
Although he meant it as a joke, Atra surprisingly took it seriously and began to cut out little paper figures.