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Viola Thompson continued, “Have you ever thought about the consequences if someone whose eyes can’t see accidentally bumps into your motorbike?”

At this, Flora Tiarks’s face was full of guilt. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was a Blind Aid Path.”

“It’s fine, just be careful next time.”

Just as Viola Thompson was about to leave, Mr. White spoke up, “Young Miss Thompson.”

Viola looked back, “Are you calling me?”

“Yeah, don’t you recognize me?” Mr. White raised an eyebrow.

Viola took a serious look at Mr. White and finally asked tentatively, “Mr. White?”

Mr. White smiled and nodded, then said, “This is my niece, Flora Tiarks.”

Flora wore a confused face.

It was raining surprises today.

Her uncle actually knew a woman!

Mr. White continued, “Flora, this is Young Miss Viola Thompson of the Thompson Family.”

At this, Flora was even more surprised.

Young Miss Thompson Family?

Wasn’t it said that Young Miss Thompson Family came from the countryside and was an uncouth wild girl?

Unexpectedly, Young Miss Thompson Family turned out to be so good-looking!

The rumors were really killing people!

“Miss Thompson, nice to meet you.” Flora reached out to Viola, “You are nothing like the rumors.”

“Miss Tiarks.”

Flora waved her hand, “Just call me Flora.”

Although Viola was younger than her, after all, Viola was her uncle’s friend, so following her uncle’s way of calling her name was perfectly fine.

Flora’s eyes rolled, and she continued, “Miss Thompson, let’s add each other on WhatsApp, shall we?”

“Sure.” Viola took out her phone.

After adding each other on WhatsApp, Flora continued, “Miss Thompson, it’s just about time for lunch, how about we go eat hot pot? Let my uncle treat us!”

Mr. White’s heart ached a little.

She was digging a pit for her uncle!

Mr. White was already calculating in his heart how many meals of blanched cabbage he would have to eat to make up for today’s hot pot meal.

Viola smiled slightly, “I have to get back, I’m busy. I’ll treat you guys when I have time.”

However, when Mr. White heard Viola’s reply, he didn’t feel relieved.

On the contrary, he felt a little surprised and somewhat disappointed.

After all, he was finally being generous for once.

“Alright,” Flora nodded regretfully, “We’ll chat on WhatsApp then.”

“Sure.”

Viola turned and left.

Watching her ride away on her bicycle, Flora continued, “Isn’t she the Young Miss Thompson Family? Why doesn’t she have a private car?”

“Maybe she’s like me, conserving energy for the Earth.” Mr. White said with a straight face.

Flora:

Sylvia Thompson returned home in a car.

Her mind was all over the place.

She couldn’t understand how Viola became Master J.

Could it be that they got the wrong person?

She was still holding onto a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, Mary Perryne’s voice came through the air, “Viola is back.”

“Mom.”

Mary continued, “What beautiful flowers! Where did you buy them?”

“They were given by someone.” Viola’s tone was indifferent.

Sylvia glanced over.

Her last glimmer of hope was extinguished.

Because the bouquet of flowers in Viola’s arms was exactly the same as the one they sent to Master J at the research institute.

Viola held the flowers and went to her bedroom upstairs, found a vase, and put the flowers in it, adding some vitality to the room.

The Thompson Family had decorated her bedroom with a girlish touch.

Pink princess bed.

Pink small sofa, pink slippers, and even the carpet was pink.

“Meow!”

At this moment, a big fat cat jumped onto Viola’s lap, using its chubby little head to rub against Viola’s clothes.

Viola touched Mantou’s head, smiling, “Mantou, you seem to have gained more weight!”

“Meow!”

A person and a cat, asking and answering each other.

The scene was full of love.

“If you keep it up, you’ll never have a girlfriend,” Viola continued.

Mantou meowed again.

“Fine, I’ll take you to get neutered, so you won’t cause mischief with the stray cats outside.”

This time Mantou didn’t meow anymore, and immediately jumped off Viola’s legs.

Someone is trying to harm the cat!

“Knock, knock, knock.”

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

“Young miss.”

Viola went to open the door.

“Steward Dalton.”

It was none other than Steward Dalton.

He had been working for the Thompson Family for more than a decade, and because of his high work capability, the Thompson Family always respected him.

Steward Dalton was holding a plate of freshly cut fruit, “Young miss, the old lady asked me to bring you some fruit.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s my duty.” Steward Dalton continued, “Young miss, if you don’t need anything else, I’ll leave.”