Hearing that, Edward Thompson looked towards Sylvia Thompson, his eyes full of pride.
Having such an outstanding younger sister, he, as an elder brother, felt quite honored.
Then, he looked at Viola Thompson.
She really couldn't compare to Sylvia in any way.
Mr. Roy and Mrs. Hill turned their heads towards Sylvia.
They could not understand Mandarin and wore puzzled expressions in their eyes.
Sylvia looked at Viola, feeling extremely delighted in her heart.
It was astonishing that Viola could still stand there so steadily.
If she were Viola, she would have been ashamed to the point of wanting to jump off a building—what was the point of living if she couldn't even speak English?
Such an embarrassment.
Viola glanced back at Roy and his wife, and spoke with a smile, "Uncle Roy, Aunt Hill. I am Viola Thompson, also known as Viola."
As soon as she spoke, she astonished everyone with a perfect London accent.
