Viola Harris didn't say anything, and didn't even listen to her aunt finish speaking, she just hung up the phone.
She didn't know how to describe her mood at the moment. It seemed she felt much lighter, yet also more exhausted.
When her aunt called again, she simply refused to answer.
From now on, she would have nothing to do with that side of the family anymore. Now, Finn Wilson was her only relative in this world.
The time flew by, and soon it was the end of May.
Viola Harris stepped out of the studio and immediately saw the sapphire blue sports car in the distance.
Finn Wilson, leaning against the car door and smoking, had that bad-boy charm that many women admired.
Just as Viola Harris was about to walk over, someone caught up to her from behind, "Viola, do you have some free time later? Let's grab a meal together."
