"I'll be more careful in the future." Rachel nodded and smiled, "Viola, you're still as smart as you were before."
Finishing her sentence, Rachel continued, "But how did you notice Sylvia Thompson had bad intentions?"
They both had a pair of eyes, but Rachel just couldn't see it.
Viola analyzed, "Firstly, she looked at us with unfriendly eyes, full of wariness and disgust. Then, she seemed to have intentionally spilled tea on my arm."
"Intentionally?" Rachel was very surprised, "Why?"
"I'm not quite sure about the specific reasons." Viola was also very curious.
Rachel narrowed her eyes, "This Sylvia Thompson is really strange."
"Indeed, quite strange."
But Sylvia had a good life.
It was obvious that Mary Perryne treated Sylvia well, like her own daughter, even though they weren't blood-related.
Both being adopted, the original Viola's situation was worlds apart from Sylvia Thompson's.
Viola lowered her eyes, her long, thick eyelashes concealing the emotions in her eyes.
