Cynthia Wilkins nodded to show that she understood. "Since you can still give birth, it's better to have your own child. You can never fully nurture someone else's child!"
Claire nodded, "Now, I really regret choosing DINK back then."
Now it's impossible to conceive.
At this point, Claire sighed softly.
Cynthia comforted her, "Viola is very talented, and with her help, you will definitely have your own child."
"Hmm," Claire nodded.
Soon, Benjamin Martin brought over the paper and pen. "Miss Thompson, here you go."
"Thank you." Viola Thompson took the pen and started to write.
Cynthia watched Viola carefully write down the prescription on the paper, her eyes full of admiration.
She had doubted whether the couplet on the door of the Thompson Clan was written by Viola herself.
Now, she no longer had doubts!
She had never seen anyone of her age write so beautifully.
Not just beautiful.
Also very distinctive.
