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It was Sylvia Thompson pulling the strings behind the scenes.
She wanted to bring Viola Thompson down, step by step.
Looking at the comnts under the trending topic, Sylvia curled her lips, switched to her secondary account, and casually posted her College Entrance Examination score from that year.
[701 points! My little sister is indeed a college tyrant. If it weren’t for the fact that Capital City has the highest number of examinees in the country, she would definitely be ranked first!]
[Although my sister ranked fifth, she was only seven points behind the top student in the city.]
[My sister is so strong, I feel like she’s the true bloodline of the Thompson Clan compared to soone else. There’s really a significant difference!]
[I also wanted to say this, but I was afraid of being criticized. Comparing the two, my sister does seem more like a Thompson.]
[Little sister is so amazing!]
[Being low-key and highly capable is the real mark of a top student. Not like so people who don’t even know how to walk yet, but already want to learn how to climb. It’s so laughable!]
[I originally had a good impression of Viola Thompson, but now, it’s turning black. It feels like ever since she beca Young Miss Thompson Family, she’s been drifting away! Just look at how arrogant she has beco! Speechless!]
[Haha, she is, after all, a genius pianist praised by Dean Legel.]
[A pianist who didn’t even get into a proper college?]
[My sister is so amazing, but I’ve never seen her be arrogant.]
Viola Thompson hadn’t done anything, yet soone had manipulated the situation against her again.
When she saw these Facebook posts, Viola just laughed it off.
At this mont, Viola received a call from Rachel Barton.
“Viola, I’m going back to my hotown with my parents.”
You could tell from her voice that Rachel was both excited and expectant.
Viola raised her eyebrows slightly, “So suddenly?”
“It’s not that sudden,” replied Rachel, “I talked to my parents about it a long ti ago, and we agreed that I’d go back with them after the College Entrance Examination.”
Viola was already wary of Gregory Diet and Beatrice Black. “Are they coming to pick you up personally?”
“Yes.”
Viola asked, “When is your train tomorrow?”
“Eight in the morning,” Rachel replied.
Upon hearing this, Viola glanced at the clock on the wall. “Rachel, wait for a mont, I’ll be at your house right away.”
“Okay,” Rachel nodded.
Since Viola was going out so late, Sawyer Thompson couldn’t help but worry. “Viola, I’ll take you!”
Viola looked at Sawyer, and almost refused, but swallowed it down with a smile, “Sure.”
Out of curiosity, Mary Perryne asked, “Viola, who are you going to et so late?”
“Rachel.” Viola briefly explained Rachel’s situation.
Hearing this, Mary said with a smile, “That’s a good thing! But still, better safe than sorry. She’s going back with her parents to their hotown tomorrow, so you should definitely go see her now. Take it slow on the road.”
“Alright,” Sawyer picked up his car keys.
Soon, they arrived at the small apartnt complex where Rachel was renting.
The car stopped in front of the building.
Sawyer said, “Viola, you go up, I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
It was already late, and it would be sowhat inappropriate for him to go to a young girl’s ho alongside Viola.
“Alright.” Viola nodded.
Viola took the elevator upstairs.
Rachel lived in a shared apartnt.
The environnt wasn’t great, but her bedroom wasn’t too small, about ten square ters.
“Viola, co in and sit down.”
Rachel poured a glass of water for Viola.
Viola took it and drank before asking, “Rachel, have you really thought this through?”
“Yes.” Rachel nodded, looking at Viola, “Viola, I’m really envious of your relationship with your aunt and uncle. Although my parents aren’t extraordinary, I still want to live with them.”
To enjoy the warmth of a family.
Having grown up without a family, she had suffered from bullying in the orphanage.
Maybe no one could empathize with a child who had been deprived of love.
“Rachel, I understand your feelings, but you need to think this through carefully. I feel like there’s sothing calculative in your parents’ eyes when they look at you.” Viola continued, “You didn’t tell them how much money you have saved up, right?”
“No,” Rachel replied.
Rachel knew Viola’s character well. If she knew about this, Viola would definitely try to stop her from going ho.
“Alright.” Viola nodded slightly, “Rachel, there’s only so much I can say. You need to think about the rest yourself. Once you get back, be careful and always keep an eye out. Don’t hesitate to inform if you face any difficulties.”
She had said all that she could. Rachel was an adult, and it was her right to make her own choices.
“Viola, thank you.” Rachel hugged Viola.
At tis like this, Viola was probably the only person she could confide in wholeheartedly.
Rachel was desperate for a family. The more she longed for sothing, the more likely she was to lose it. Looking at her, Viola couldn’t help but say, “Rachel, actually, I’d rather you not go back. I can’t be sure about everything, but I can be certain that their gaze towards you is not right!”
It was calculating, disdainful, and sizing her up.
But it lacked any familial affection.
It was as if she was not their daughter, but so kind of commodity.
Upon hearing these words, Rachel couldn’t help but feel a little upset. Although Viola was her best friend, Gregory Diet and Beatrice Black were her biological parents after all.
She couldn’t tolerate her friend talking about her own parents like this.
“Viola, I know my parents aren’t as distinguished as your uncle and aunt, but they are my biological parents nevertheless. They can’t choose their own birth, just like I can’t choose mine. No matter what their background is, like everyone else, they share the sa human nature. All people are equal!”
Was it because her parents were both farrs that Viola would look down on them?
“Rachel, my original intention was to hope for your happiness.” There was no expression on Viola’s face. “We’ve grown up together, supporting each other. I don’t think you should misunderstand to this extent.”
With that, Viola stood up from her chair, “Get so rest early. You still have a train to catch tomorrow. Let know when you get there safely.”
Viola went downstairs.
Seeing her, Sawyer got out of the car quickly and opened the door, “Let’s go back?”
“Okay.” Viola sat in the passenger seat.
After Viola left, Rachel realized that her attitude just now wasn’t great. But when she thought about how Viola had doubted her parents first, she didn’t feel guilty anymore.
She wasn’t being unreasonable.
The examinees’ test papers were sent to the centralized grading point.
Mr. Jean had the honor of being one of this year’s grading teachers.
He was assigned to grade essays.
This year’s College Entrance Exam essay was titled “Living.”
After grading three essays, Mr. Jean took a sip of water, and as he began the fourth, his pupils gradually widened, finally turning to astonishnt. This essay left him imnsely impressed, even kindling the impulse to award a perfect score.
The essay ended with Tagore’s famous line: “The mark of death lends value to the coin of life, enabling it to be used to purchase those things that are truly precious. Only by living clearly can the world beco rich with poetry and painting, no longer chaotic.”
The more he read, the more agitated Mr. Jean beca, solidifying his intention to give a perfect score.
But such a decision could not be made by him alone. He had to apply to a higher level, which would require further review.
“Professor Alnwick! Please co here for a mont,” he called.
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