These past few days, Sylvia Thompson had been feeling utterly defeated by Viola Thompson.
It seemed that no matter whether it was English or biology, Viola knew it all.
At this very moment, Mary Perryne was actually praising Viola in front of her again.
A lucky star?
What sort of lucky star was Viola?
It was the doctor who cured Mrs. Thompson, not Viola!
Sylvia couldn't understand why everyone was so nice to Viola.
"Mom, you're right, I also think my sister is our family's lucky star!" Sylvia continued, "By the way, did you send the dress to my sister already?"
"I did." Mary nodded.
A cloud of gloom flashed in Sylvia's eyes.
She just knew it.
Even for delivering the dress, Mary wouldn't think of her first.
Mary's first thought was always her biological daughter.
How ridiculous.
"That's good. My sister is so beautiful, she'll look even better wearing that specific dress."
