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 couldn't accept it.
Why?
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, "I'm sorry..."
She didn't know what else to say besides apologizing.
"What good is an apology? Can it make up for the harm you've done to me?"
Aunt Zhang stayed silent.
