Chapitre 903: 266: Don't Mess with the Little Princess of the Thompson Clan!_4

Viola Thompson's eyes showed no emotion as her mind dwelled on her fondness for Milk Tea.

If Samuel White had prepared Milk Tea, then she might have seriously considered it.

Samuel White then went on to say, "How about I release your hand first..."

As he spoke, he shot a look at Grace Taylor.

Grace was a flexible person, and she was now consumed with regret, regretting having brought Viola Thompson back without fully investigating the issue.

Well, look where that got them now!

A noble was offended.

"Miss Thompson, I am to be blamed entirely. As a mother, I have failed," Grace approached Viola Thompson, "I apologize to you, Miss Thompson. You can hit me or scold me, anything to appease your anger."

Viola's face remained expressionless, she kept her eyes on Grace, "What number am I?"

What number?

What did she mean by what number?

Grace was somewhat baffled and for a moment couldn't comprehend what Viola meant.