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The scars on Olivia’s arm didn’t seem like they were caused by children’s play.

Rather, they seemed like they were caused by a blunt object hit.

Olivia nodded and said very earnestly, “I’m telling the truth, Viola.”

Viola instinctively felt that there was more to this matter, so she continued, “Olivia, do your parents treat you well?”

“Very well.” Olivia declared with a smile. “I love them very much.”

Indeed.

Despite frequently being physically abused by her mother and ignored by her father, Olivia still loved them dearly.

After all.

Without her parents, there would be no her.

Viola squinted her eyes a little; her limpid peach blossom eyes rippled upon seeing Olivia, who didn’t seem like she was lying.

Could she have been wrong?

“Olivia, could you tie the leash on Bread for me again?”

Upon saying this, Viola handed the leash to Olivia.

Oliva accepted the leash.

Viola continued to the Milk Tea Shop.

Two minutes later, she reappeared from the shop, a small memo note in her hand, “Olivia, here’s my phone number. You can call me anytime if you face any difficulties in the future.”

“Thank you, Viola.”

Looking at the characters on the note, Olivia looked up at Viola, “Viola, is your name…Viola?”

Viola gave a light smile, “Hmm.”

Olivia thanked her again, “Viola, I should go back now.”

“Hmm, you should get going.”

Olivia said goodbye to Bread.

Bread was the most gentle and obedient large dog she had ever met.

And Viola was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

She had never met anyone more beautiful than Viola Thompson.

After running a few steps ahead, Olivia turned back and asked, “Viola, will you be walking your dog here tomorrow night as well?”

“I will.” Viola nodded slightly.

Olivia said with a smile, “I’ll come back here tomorrow! See you tomorrow, Viola!”

“See you tomorrow.”

Olivia ran all the way home.

Her mother was still at work.

William was sitting at the table in the living room drinking alcohol.

The table was almost empty, only some peanuts left on a plate.

Hearing the footsteps, William looked up, frowning. “What took you so long to buy dumplings? Little bastard, were you trying to starve me to death!”

“I’m sorry Dad. I was held up on the way. It won’t happen next time.” Olivia carefully placed the dumplings on the table.

William didn’t say much else, he just opened the box and started to eat the dumplings.

After one bite, he put down his chopsticks, very unsatisfied. “How am I supposed to eat this when it’s all stuck together? If this happens again, I might as well beat you to death! You can’t even buy dumplings properly, what use are you to me!”

It was hard to swallow.

Olivia stood to the side, her heart full of anxiety.

William pushed the dumplings towards Olivia, “Eat them.”

Having finished speaking, he picked up the half-empty bottle of alcohol on the table and left.

The underground gambling den opened in the afternoon.

Olivia knew her father was heading to the gambling den.

Olivia picked up the dumplings that William had taken a bite of and started to eat.

She was hungry.

Although the dumplings were stuck together, to her, it was still a delicious meal.

After finishing the dumplings, Olivia began to do the housework.

She cleaned the house until it was spotless, then read a book for a while.

After reading for half an hour, she took the clothes that Aunt Zhang had brought back from Mrs. Flack’s and started sewing.

Olivia had been independent since she was little and was very good at needlework. The seam lines were delicate and neat. If any clothes or shoes broke, she would fix them herself.

Olivia worked quickly.

She sewed a garment in less than three hours.

It was also at this time.

Aunt Zhang came back from outside.

“Mom.” Olivia took the sewn clothes out of the room. “I… I finished sewing.”

“Put it there, go and boil some rice.”

There was no trace of a smile on Aunt Zhang’s face.

She was gloomy the whole time.

Olivia was afraid of her mother in this mood and took a step back.

Seeing her reaction, Aunt Zhang frowned slightly.

An unappreciative little thing.

Aunt Zhang didn’t like Olivia.

She often thought that if she hadn’t sent Viola away and had raised her instead, everything would have been better.

So most of the time, she treated Olivia as if she were Viola.

Whether she was their biological daughter or not.

Even if they beat her to death, they wouldn’t feel any pain.

No one would go to the police, either.

Aunt Zhang picked up the clothes Olivia had sewn from the table and left.