Viola Thompson initially wanted to refuse, but considering Mary Perryne's words, she nodded slightly, "Alright. I'll go to Mrs. Miyamoto's house."
As soon as she finished her sentence, Viola Thompson followed Mandel Thompson's pace.
Mandel Thompson opened the car door, "Be careful, Viola."
"Hmm."
Viola Thompson leaned in to sit in the passenger's seat.
Then, Mandel Thompson also went to the driver's seat, unbuckled his seat belt, and suddenly his mobile phone rang.
It was a WhatsApp notification sound.
Normally, Mandel Thompson would ignore it, but today he surprisingly opened WhatsApp, steering with one hand while replying to messages with the other.
A faint curve crossed his lips.
It was very faint, so faint, that if you weren't paying close attention, it would be hard to notice.
This was clearly the sweet aroma of love.
Viola Thompson narrowed her eyes slightly. It seems that Mary Perryne's guess was indeed well-founded.
