Seeing that it was Delia Frieman coming in, Rachel Barton couldn't help but feel regret.
If she had known it was Delia Frieman, she would have left the room.
She really didn't like Delia Frieman entering her room because every time she did, she had to disinfect the room.
Rachel lived in the biggest bedroom, so disinfecting the room was always a hassle.
However, Delia Frieman was already inside, and it was difficult to just kick her out – after all, she was her own sister.
"Sister."
Rachel stood up from her chair and looked at Delia Frieman.
Delia Frieman looked worried, holding her mobile phone, "Rachel, have you seen Facebook? Viola is in trouble!"
Rachel replied with a smile, "Don't worry, sister. As capable as Viola is, she'll surely resolve the crisis."
"But, no matter how capable Viola is, she's still just an eighteen-year-old girl! What're we gonna do now? It just isn't fair; Viola is such a kind soul, why should she face such a situation!"