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."

"Glad you're okay."

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."

"Alright."

The stewardess handed the hot water to Viola Thompson, "Your hot water."

"Thank you."

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?"

"I am not hungry."

"Okay," Flora signaled to the stewardess, "I'll have some bread."

"Please wait a moment."

Two hours later, the plane landed punctually.