That was utterly impossible.
Dolores Frieman was a smart woman. When Viola Thompson hinted, Dolores dropped the subject.
Soon, Kevin Ainley returned from the restroom.
The conversation was back to the main point.
After finishing their tea, Viola and Dolores agreed to meet for dinner sometime, and then bid each other goodbye.
Terrence Lentz drove Viola home.
The driver was at the wheel.
The two of them sat in the backseat, their fingers intertwined.
Suddenly, Viola seemed to think of something. She looked at Terrence, "Lentz, how's your leg recently?"
A light smile appeared on Terence's face, "It's all good now."
The blue moon grass had miraculously healed his leg.
Hearing this, Viola turned to look at Terrence. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with surprise, "Really?"
Terrence Lentz nodded in affirmation.
Viola quickly took Terrence's wrist and checked his pulse.
It was truly healed!
"Lentz, how did this happen?"