3 003: Can she understand?


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    “Hmph…”


    Vi Thompson suddenly chuckled.


    Her smile was radiant, stealing people’s hearts.


    Olga frowned at Vi, “What are youughing at?”


    “I’mughing at how well you guys have everything nned out.” Vi continued, “I’m both your adopted daughter and the Thompson n’s eldest daughter in name, so pushing me out can both maintain the Thompson n’s reputation and not affect Elizabeth Thompson’s future. It’s really killing two birds with one stone.”


    “Don’t act smug when you’re benefiting from this!” Olga said angrily, “Did you forget that, without Emma’s help, and without us raising you, you wouldn’t even be qualified to marry into the Lentz n? You wouldn’t even have the qualification to step foot into the Lentz n’s doorstep!”


    What an ungrateful brat!


    Olga’s loud voice startled the cat in Vi’s arms, making it flinch and bury its fluffy head in her embrace.


    “Shh,” Vi put her index finger to her lips, “You’re disturbing my cat.”


    Reg Thompson squinted his eyes, looking at Vi. This adopted daughter not onlycked manners but also showed no respect for her elders.


    He wondered how the stepmother had raised her all these years, resulting in such a demeanor.


    “This is the Thompson n of River City, and your surname is Thompson!” Reg Thompson red at Vi, “I don’t care what kind of person you were before, but once you are in the Thompson n, you must abide by its rules! This marriage is just a notification!”


    Since it was a notification, there was no room for negotiation.


    Vi didn’t speak, her eyes slightly downcast. Since she had promised to fulfill the original Vi’s wish, she could not go back on her word.


    Being a substitute bride, huh?


    Alright.


    Then she would meet this legendary Terrence Lentz.


    A momentter, Vi looked up at Reg Thompson, “Is there anything else?”


    Without waiting for Reg’s answer, Vi stood up from her chair, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to my room.”


    She left with grace, leaving Reg Thompson and Olga standing where they were.


    Vi walked to the door and nced at the housekeeper who was standing at the study door, “Where’s my room?”


    “It’s this way.”


    The housekeeper immediately led the way.


    Once Vi was brought to her room, the housekeeper realized she shouldn’t be taking orders from a rural country girl.


    At that moment.


    Bang.


    A sudden sound of a closing door echoed through the air.


    The sudden sound startled the housekeeper.


    She stared at the closed room door, frowning.


    After all, even Emma had never disturbed her peace before!


    Vi was nothing more than a rural country girl, so who was she to do this?


    The housekeeper stood outside the door, getting angrier the more she thought about it, and returned to the music room.


    Elizabeth Thompson was practicing the piano.


    The elegant and pleasant piano music came continuously from the room.


    “Youngdy.”


    Upon hearing Nanny Heath’s voice, Elizabeth looked back, her fingertips still moving, her tone gentle, “Nanny Heath.”


    Nanny Heath walked over to Elizabeth, “Youngdy, the girl from the countryside is here. Do you want to go over and have a look?”


    Go over and have a look?


    Elizabeth’s eyes were filled with mockery.


    Just a country girl.


    Was she worth her personal attention?


    As the words fell, Nanny Heath continued, “You don’t know how arrogant she is, walking around with her head held high, as if she is the realdy of the house!”


    “Youngdy, you must be on guard against her!”


    On guard?


    Elizabeth chuckled lightly, a vige girl was not worth paying attention to, “Nanny Heath, she is my sister, and she is indeed thedy of this house. Besides, my sister has juste back from the countryside, and her lifestyle is quite different from ours. Don’t be too hard on her.”


    Look at that.


    This is what it means to be knowledgeable and empathetic.


    It’s just different!


    Compared to Elizabeth Thompson, Vi was nothing more than a vulgar country girl.


    Nanny Heath continued, “A youngdy from a prestigious family is truly iparable! Youngdy, you’re so kind to even call her your sister. If it were someone else, who would even bother to nce at her?”


    “She is indeed my sister.” Elizabeth turned to look at Nanny Heath, “Nanny Heath, you must never say such things in the future.”


    Nanny Heath sighed in her heart that Elizabeth was just too kind, nodded her head, and said, “Alright.”


    After finishing her piano practice, Elizabeth went to her parents’ bedroom.


    “Mom, have you and Dad met my sister?”


    It was all right if Elizabeth didn’t mention it, but when she mentioned Vi, Olga became furious, “That wild brat has no manners at all! When talking to us, she’s so sharp-tongued and harsh. She’s not like a daughter at all. No wonder they say bad peoplee from bad ces!”


    Elizabeth poured a cup of tea for Olga and spoke softly, “Mom, have some tea. My sister has grown up in the countryside after all, and it’s understandable that she might not have a sense of propriety when speaking. Why do you take it to heart?”


    The saying goes that there is no point in arguing with a fool.


    Olga took the cup, and the warm tea went down her throat, dissipating some of the anger in her heart.Elizabeth went on saying, “Mom, out of sight, out of mind. You don’t have to worry about how my sister is acting now, how uncultured she is, and just ignore her as if she doesn’t exist.” After all, Vi was just a pawn in their family.


    “Elizabeth is right.” Reg Thompson nodded in agreement.


    Though Elizabeth was young, she was very mature, intelligent, and far-sighted, with a mind for business. Despite being a girl, she was in no way inferior to men.


    Many crises faced by the Thompson Group were resolved by Elizabeth.


    Therefore, Reg Thompson believed that his daughter would one day achieve great things!


    Reg Thompson looked at Olga, “Have you made arrangements for her schooling?”


    Olga nodded, “Yes, I have arranged for her to attend the same school as Elizabeth.”


    “The same school as Elizabeth?” Reg Thompson looked back at Olga, “That school has bilingual education, can she understand it?”


    Elizabeth was attending one of the top international high schools in River City.


    Besides thenguage lessons, all other subjects were taught in English and French.


    Could Vi manage?


    Elizabeth nced back and said, “Dad, whether she can understand or not is my sister’s problem. As the eldest daughter, she should be in the same school as me. We can’t y favorites.”


    At least they had to maintain appearances on the surface.


    Reg Thompson quickly understood Elizabeth’s meaning, “Elizabeth has thought it through.”


    **


    In the evening.


    Vi was called by a servant to have dinner at the restaurant downstairs.


    When she arrived, Reg Thompson and Olga were already sitting at the dining table.


    Seeing Viing, a cloud seemed to hang over Olga’s face.


    Vi sat down gracefully at the table.


    She didn’t feel out of ce at all.


    “Dad, Mom.”


    At this moment, a gentle voice appeared in the air.


    Vi looked up slightly.


    The neer was a graceful beauty with long, central-parted hair, wearing a light blue dress. She had European-style double eyelids, a high-bridge nose, and striking facial features, exuding an aristocratic air as she walked.


    This was Elizabeth.


    The old Vi had always admired Elizabeth, envying her features, her figure, and even her gestures.


    From a young age, Elizabeth had attended various etiquette sses, learning to dance, practice tea ceremony, arrange flowers… At a nce, it was obvious that she had been born into privilege.


    The original Vi felt so inferior.


    In front of the dazzling Elizabeth, she felt that she couldn’t evenpete with an ugly duckling.


    The reason the ugly duckling could transform into a white swan was because it was a swan from the start.


    And she could only ever be the ugly duckling.


    So, in front of Elizabeth, the original Vi always kept her head down, humbly and weakly.


    Over time, ayer of gloom had formed on the original Vi, making her repulsive. She was like apletely different personpared to the current Vi.


    Consequently, Elizabeth was also momentarily stunned to see Vi.


    This was the first time she had taken such a serious look at Vi.


    Vi was dressed in a simple ck sweater and jeans, but an aura that she had never possessed before emanated from her.


    Under the bright crystal chandelier, her ck sweater entuated her porcin white skin.


    Her delicate peach blossom eyes, with slightly upturned corners, were captivating and unrestrained.


    Her eyshes were long, even visible to Elizabeth’s peripheral vision, as thick and fan-like as they were.


    She was so beautiful.


    Even the standard beauty Elizabeth was stunned to see her.


    When did Vi change like this?


    After just a moment of hesitation, Elizabeth picked up a ss and said to Vi, “Wee home, sister.”


    “Thank you.” Vi picked up her ss, the corners of her mouth curling in a shallow smile.


    Elizabeth continued, “Sister, I should have picked you up in person, but you know how delicate my constitution is. I hope you won’t mind.”


    “It’s alright, it’s the thought that counts.” Vi put down her ss, looking unconcerned.


    Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed that her sister, who hade from the countryside, had grown a lot during the short time she was gone.


    She remembered that when she camest year during the summer vacation, she didn’t even have the courage to look directly at her.


    Did Vi really think that Terrence Lentz was some rich and powerful heir, and that she was about to be a phoenix soaring high in the sky?


    How ridiculous!


    Suppressing the ridicule in her heart, Elizabeth cut a piece of goose liver for Vi, “Sister, please try this goose liver and tell me what you think.”


    Vi had been living in the countryside since she was little. When had she ever eaten such good goose liver?


    She probably wouldn’t even know how to use a knife and fork.


    Olga also thought of this, and turned to look at Vi, “The Thompson’s house is not like your countryside. We value etiquette at the dining table. You should first learn from Elizabeth how to use a knife and fork, to avoid embarrassing us in public in the future.”


    “I don’t know about etiquette,” Vi’s mouth curled slightly, “But I know that you don’t speak when eating and don’t talk when sleeping.”


    With that, she picked up a knife and fork, skillfully cutting the steak on the te into small pieces, and then forked a small piece into her mouth.


    Her movements were as smooth as flowing water and extremely pleasing to the eye, just like the Western aristocrats depicted on television. Every move she made was an unreplicable elegance.