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At this point, Sylvia Thompson looked up at the ceiling and laughed.

She had fantasized countless times about her own origins.

Perhaps.

She was also the daughter of a wealthy family.

Just like Viola, she had a loving set of parents.

Her parents were also looking for her all along.

But reality had dealt her a heavy blow.

Her mother was a servant.

What about her father?

Her father was a hardcore gambler.

A master in indulging in food, drinks, and gambling.

This was her background!

She couldnt accept it.

Why was fate so unfair to her when Viola was born as the noble Young Miss Thompson Family?

And her

She was even worse off than a sparrow.

You tell me! Sylvia shouted at Aunt Zhang. Why are you not talking now? Aunt Zhang lowered her head, tears in her eyes, and whispered, Im sorry She didnt know what else to say besides apologizing.

What good is an apology? Can it make up for the harm youve done to me?

Aunt Zhang stayed silent.

Sylvia took a deep breath and pointed at the door. You can leave.

Aunt Zhang looked at Sylvia, worried.

Leave. Sylvia repeated.

Alright. Aunt Zhang nodded and headed for the door.

As Sylvia spoke, Take the trash with you.

Okay. Aunt Zhang walked over to the trash can and took the trash bag with her.

Before opening the door, she wiped away her tears and put on a face as if nothing had happened.

As soon as she walked out, she saw a colleague.

Aunt Zhang, are you done with work?

Aunt Zhang nodded and smiled. Im just taking out the trash, then Ill go.

The colleague said, Lets have some wontons together.

Alright.

While chatting with her colleague, Aunt Zhangs face maintained a smile, showing no signs of what had just happened.

Aunt Zhang.

It was then that Edward Thompsons voice came from behind. Aunt Zhang turned around, Young Master Bob is back!

Mhm. Edward nodded, and then asked, Has Sylvia slept yet?

Edward had just returned from the filming location and brought a gift for Sylvia. He wanted to give it to her but hesitated because she might be asleep already.

Aunt Zhang replied, l just cleaned the trash from Misss room. Shes still studying and hasnt slept yet!

Alright. Edward nodded.

Aunt Zhang looked at Edward, Young Master Bob, do you want me to tell the kitchen to prepare something for you?bender

No, thanks. Edward replied, l already ate outside. Okay then. Aunt Zhang nodded.

Edward, holding the gift, headed towards Sylvias room.

Soon, the door opened.

Sylvia had already changed into her pajamas and was excited to see Edward,

Brother!

Am I seeing things?

Edward laughed. You silly girl, youre not seeing things.

Sylvia excitedly jumped onto Edward, tightly hugging his neck, Brother, I am so happy!

Edward laughed, his face filled with affection. Silly girl.

Soon, Sylvia let go of Edward, looked outside the door, and patted her chest with relief. Thank goodness Grandma didnt find out; otherwise, we would be in trouble!

Clearly, it was her own lack of propriety that disregarded the boundaries between men and women, but Sylvia had shifted all the blame onto Mrs. Thompson.

From her words, Mrs. Thompson had become a downright wicked grandmother.

Edward didnt like Mrs. Thompson either, so he said unhappily, Grandma is just an old antique, dont mind her.

Brother, come in quickly! Sylvia pulled Edward into the room and closed the door.

Sylvias room was a standard princess room.

Everything in sight was pink.

Even the bed was pink.

Edward continued, Sylvia, I brought a gift for you. Guess what it is?

What is it? Sylvia asked.

You guess. Edward replied.

Sylvia pouted, Ah, Brother, you always do this. Every time, you make me guess. How am 1 supposed to know? Just tell me, please!

In the end, Sylvia grabbed Edwards hand and started acting coy, Brother, Brother, you are the best!

Edward was also helpless when it came to Sylvia and laughed. Fine, fine, 1 wont make you guess anymore.

Brother, youre so nice! Sylvia hugged Edward tightly again.

They were close and intimate.

Edward pinched Sylvias cheek and said, Close your eyes..