As she spoke the last four words, Sylvia Thompson's eyes were filled with a sinister expression.
She was the high-flying phoenix.
A phoenix that soared through the sky.
What did Aunt Zhang amount to?
Sylvia Thompson looked down at Aunt Zhang, "It disgusts me to even look at you now! Get out of my room right away, out, now!"
Aunt Zhang felt heartbroken.
She didn't harbor any resentment towards Sylvia, not at all.
It was all her own fault.
Back then, she shouldn't have spared that wretched girl's life!
Aunt Zhang took a deep breath, tried her best to compose her emotions, and then left Sylvia's room.
As she stepped out of Sylvia's room again, her face showed no trace of her previous distress.
This was the only thing she could do for her daughter.
In order not to arouse any suspicion.
Aunt Zhang's attitude towards Viola was even better.
Thus.
No one in the Thompson family ever noticed Aunt Zhang's abnormality.
