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Chapter 369: 145: Viola is a face-slapping expert_6

Ettin Tuchman continued, “This is all thanks to Miss Thompson. Cheryl, we must thank Miss Thompson properly.”

Cheryl nodded, thinking about how she had misunderstood Viola Thompson earlier, feeling somewhat ashamed. At the same time, she had doubts, “I haven’t taken Miss Thompson’s prescription for a long time, have I? Why am I still pregnant?”

Ettin Tuchman smiled, “Don’t you think there’s a hint of Chinese medicine in the meals you eat every day?”

Cheryl’s eyes widened, “Could it be  ?”

Ettin Tuchman nodded, “I got the finished medicine pellets from Miss Thompson, crushed them, and added them to your food.”

So that’s how it was!

Cheryl’s eyes turned red again as she hugged Ettin Tuchman, “Honey, thank you!”

Thank you, Ettin Tuchman, for never giving up on believing in Viola Thompson.

“Cheryl, we have finally tasted the sweetness after so much bitterness.”

This child was the best New Year’s gift for both of them.

Ettin Tuchman had been worried about how they’d get through this year.

Now, he wasn’t worried at all!

Soon, Aurora Scouts walked into the ward with some chicken soup, “Cheryl, congratulations.”

“Aurora!” Seeing Aurora, Cheryl felt guilty, grasped Aurora’s hand, “Aurora, I was wrong to say those things about you.”

Thinking of the words she had spoken to Aurora, Cheryl regretted it deeply.

“It’s okay, I can understand.” Aurora had never taken Cheryl’s words to heart.

Cheryl continued, “Thankfully, I didn’t make it to Capital City, otherwise  ”

The consequences were unthinkable.

Ettin Tuchman laughed, “We still have to go to Capital City.”

Cheryl was taken aback, not fully understanding.

Ettin Tuchman continued, “After the New Year, we’ll go. First, we want to thank Miss Thompson properly, and second, to wish her a happy new year.”

Cheryl nodded, fully agreeing with Ettin Tuchman’s words.

Soon.

The day of the Spring Festival arrived.

New Year’s Eve.

The atmosphere was lively, and the air was filled with a celebratory mood.

Last night, Capital City had a heavy snowfall, turning the city white overnight and adding to the festive atmosphere.

The Thompson Clan gave their house staff a holiday.

So on New Year’s Eve, they had to do everything themselves.

Including preparing the meals.

Mrs. Thompson did not advocate eating New Year’s Eve dinner outside, feeling that it lacked the festive spirit.

Tonight, Mary Perryne cooked the dishes.

Apart from fresh seafood, all the dishes were prepared the day before.

Sawyer Thompson and Sylvia Thompson were writing couplets in the living room.

Sawyer Thompson’s writing was strong and vigorous, clearly written by a professional.

Compared to Sawyer Thompson’s calligraphy, Sylvia Thompson’s was somewhat immature, but it was still passable. If only she didn’t deliberately imitate Sawyer Thompson’s style.

Viola Thompson stood by and watched.

At this moment, Sylvia Thompson handed the brush to Viola, “Sister, do you want to give it a try?”

It was easy to see that Viola’s writing would be like chicken scratches.

However, considering Sawyer Thompson’s fondness for Viola, even if her writing was chicken scratches, he would still post it on the front door.

By then, everyone who visited the Thompson residence to pay respects would see it.

Thinking of that scene, the corner of Sylvia’s mouth curled up slightly.

English could be mastered.

Piano could be learned.

But calligraphy was different; it required practice. She had been practicing calligraphy since she was six years old and had barely reached her current level.

As for Viola

Viola took the brush and began to write after a moment’s thought.

Her strokes were graceful and elegant in a thin gold script that was powerful and had the momentum of sweeping across thousands of troops.

They say that a person’s character can be seen through their writing. Viola’s writing more than matched Sawyer Thompson’s and even surpassed it by a considerable margin!

Sylvia was immediately stunned.

If it weren’t for the fact that they saw it with their own eyes, who would believe that Viola wrote it?

“Amazing!” Sawyer Thompson immediately applauded, “That’s really great! Viola, your writing is so beautiful! How long have you practiced?”

“I haven’t deliberately practiced.” Viola said casually.

Hearing this, Sawyer Thompson felt even more proud.

She was truly his daughter.

Edward Thompson’s (Bob) eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Viola’s vanity was too strong.

The fact that she could write such beautiful calligraphy meant she had put in a lot of hard work. How could she have never practiced?

Did she really think everyone else was stupid?

Sylvia couldn’t believe it either and smiled, “Sister is really amazing. You can write so beautifully without practicing. I’ve practiced for so many years, and I’m not even half as good as my sister.”

“Sylvia, don’t feel inferior. These things rely on natural talent. If you don’t have the talent, you can’t force it!”

Sawyer Thompson’s comment as a straight man made Sylvia feel very embarrassed.

She wanted Sawyer Thompson to praise her, but she didn’t expect him to say such disheartening words.

Upon saying this, Sawyer Thompson continued, “Bob, go get a new pair of red papers. Let Viola write this year’s door couplets.”

At these words, both Edward Thompson and Sylvia Thompson were slightly stunned.

Because in the past years, the couplets on their front door were always written by Sawyer Thompson himself.

Sylvia’s couplets had never been posted on their front door.

After all, the front door represented the family’s image.

It was visible to everyone who came to pay New Year’s respects.

Why did Viola deserve it?

Edward Thompson stood there, not moving, causing Sawyer Thompson to frown, “Why are you just standing there! Hurry up!”

Edward Thompson finally reacted and turned around to get the red paper.

Sylvia stood in place, jealousy filling her eyes.

Her intention was to make Viola embarrassment, but she hadn’t considered that Viola would come out on top.

New Year’s Eve soon arrived.

Mrs. Thompson raised her glass, stood up and said, “With this toast, let’s welcome Viola back home.”

Everyone stood up.

After finishing the wine, Mrs. Thompson handed Viola the specially prepared red envelope, “Viola, welcome back to our big family. I wish you smooth sailing in the future.”

“Thank you, Grandma.” Viola stood up and took the red envelope with both hands.

The red envelope was thick.

Then, Sawyer Thompson and Mary Perryne also took out the red envelopes they had prepared earlier.

After that, Viola’s three elder brothers from the Thompson family followed suit.

The red envelopes from each person were thick.

Looking at Viola’s smile, Sylvia’s brows furrowed inconspicuously.

She couldn’t take it.

She really couldn’t take it.

After all, in the past years, the person sitting between Sawyer Thompson and Mary Perryne was her, and the person who received the most red envelopes was also her.

But this year.

How did it become Viola?

It was Viola who took her place!

She hated Viola.

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, Viola opened WhatsApp and found that many people had sent her New Year’s blessings. She replied one by one and then sent a few red envelopes in the group chat.

Just then,

She received a WhatsApp message from Terrence Lentz.

It was just two simple words.

“Come out.”