Chapter 554: 194: Stepped on a Dog Shit Luck (Updated seven times)
The silence was broken.
Everyone turned to look at her.
Flora Tiarks nervously said, “Vio, are you okay?”
A layer of fine sweat appeared on Viola Thompson’s forehead.
She was still in shock.
After a moment, she gathered herself and glanced back at Flora, “I’m fine, just had a nightmare.”
Mr. White looked at the stewardess, “A cup of hot water, please.”
“Sure thing, sir.” The stewardess nodded.
Soon, she brought a cup of hot water, “Sir, your hot water.”
“Give it to Miss Thompson.”
The stewardess handed the hot water to Viola Thompson, “Your hot water.”
Viola Thompson took the cup and took a sip.
The hot water relieved some of the pressure from the nightmare.
That dream, it was far too real.
Flora continued, “Vio, do you want to eat something?”
“Okay,” Flora signaled to the stewardess, “I’ll have some bread.”
“Please wait a moment.”
Two hours later, the plane landed punctually.
The three of them walked together.
Flora took Viola Thompson’s suitcase, “Vio, there’s a free porter right here. You can give it to him. Don’t be shy.”
Without waiting for Viola Thompson to refuse, Flora passed her suitcase to Mr. White.
“Mr. White, I appreciate it, but I also checked in a pet,” Viola added.
On hearing this, Flora’s eyes lit up, “Vio, you have a pet! Is it a cat or a dog?”
“A dog.” Viola answered.
“Then I’m coming with you to pick it up!” Flora grabbed Viola’s arm, “I adore dogs! I used to have one, but it got sick and died. After that, my mom never let me have one.”
As Flora was going with Viola to pick up her dog, Mr. White naturally followed along.
The two girls walked ahead, with Mr. White trailing behind.
Soon, they arrived at the pet pickup area.
But they had to wait another twenty minutes.
Finally, Flora asked, “Vio, what breed is your dog?”
“I am not quite sure about the breed, it’s a stray I just picked up.” Viola replied.
Flora immediately thought that Viola was really kindhearted on top of being beautiful.
She decided then and there to take in a stray dog as well.
The dog was brought out by the staff.
The pickup area was full of various checked-in pets.
There were even tiny rabbits and tortoises.
Among all the pets, Viola found Bread (Baozi).
Upon seeing Viola, Bread wished that it could jump out from its cage immediately.
It wagged its tail jubilantly.
“Oh my God! It’s a Corso!” Flora loved this breed, however, due to their large size, adult Corsos sometimes can reach 100 kilos.
So her mother, Grace White, had strictly forbidden her from owning one in the past.
But the Corso in front of them, possibly due to being astray for a long time, was a little too thin.
Nevertheless, its breed was still noticeable.
“A Corso?” Viola asked curiously, “Is that its breed?”
After that, Flora introduced Viola to the many good traits of the Corso.
Viola listened attentively.
As she didn’t inform her parents about her arrival, there was naturally no one to receive her at the airport.
But Flora had someone to pick her up.
It was Grace White who came in person to collect her.
Grace White smiled and said, “Miss Thompson, let me drive you home!”
“That’s alright, Auntie. I can take a cab.”
“No worries, it’s tough to get a cab with a pet. Hop in.”
Many cabs refuse passengers with pets. Going by bike also wasn’t an option with Bread in tow.
“Then I shall impose, Auntie.”
“No trouble at all, it’s on my way.”
Mr. White sat in the front seat while Viola and Flora sat at the back.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Thompson Manor.
Viola invited them in for some tea.
Grace White laughed and said, “We’d love to drop by sometime, but we have some matters to attend to today, so we’ll pass on the tea.”
Flora added, “Vio, you get going, no need to play the formalities with me.”
Viola nodded and waved goodbye, “Drive safely, Auntie.”
Only when Grace White’s car disappeared from sight did Viola turn back.
Meanwhile, in the car…
Grace White smiled and said, “Old Nine, Miss Thompson is just too charming! Why couldn’t I have a daughter like her!”
Flora: “…” She should be under the car, not in it.
Grace White continued, “Old Nine, do you like Miss Thompson?”
“No,” Mr. White touched his nose and replied crisply.
Grace White glanced at Mr. White and squinted, but didn’t say anything.