Viola's expression became a little unnatural when she heard him asking about her promise.
After thinking for a while, she frowned. She was in so much pain that she used her hand to support her forehead.
She then said in a very tough yet relaxed tone, "Ormand, of course, I remember our promise. I care about you the most, and I won't forget anything related to you. But I have a great headache right now. Can I rest for a while before anything?"
Ormand's face gradually turned cold. He lowered his eyes, which were filled with disappointment. He found it hard to breathe.
He thought, sure enough. She is not Viola.
Back then, I begged Grandpa to marry Viola.
To get her to forgive me and stay married to me, I went all out to apologize to her.
I've never dared to ask Viola for any promise.
Yet the woman in front of me has no idea.