Viola Thompson looked at the message he sent.
Her eyes and eyebrows curving up in a smile.
A moment later, she clicked to reply.
"Okay."
After replying his message, Viola picked up the down jacket hanging on the rack and headed downstairs.
The white long down jacket she wore did not seem bulky on her, but rather slender.
Pure white like snow.
Seeing her come downstairs, Mary Perryne, who was sitting in the living room, asked, "Viola, where are you going so late?"
"I'm going out to meet a friend." Viola replied.
Mary said, "Then be careful on the road and send me a message when you get there."
After the New Year's Eve dinner, most of Thompson Clan's children had gone out to sing or play cards with their friends.
Even Mrs. Thompson had been invited out by her best friend.
"Okay." Viola nodded slightly.
At this time, Sylvia Thompson also came downstairs and said, "Mom and Dad, I have a gathering with my classmates tonight, I have to go."
