Bianca Lentz coldly snorted, "People's hearts can change! I only believe what I see."
Bartley Lentz walked up to Eleanor Armstrong, somewhat reproachful, "Mom, why didn't you say anything to persuade Dad?"
If Eleanor had said something, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
"Because I also believe in Viola." Eleanor said.
Bartley looked at his mother incredulously.
"Mom, what are you saying?"
He couldn't believe Eleanor had said that.
After all, she used to hate Viola Thompson before.
Eleanor repeated her earlier statement.
"Mom, you are so confused!" Bartley suppressed his anger, his face extremely frustrated. "You used to not be like this!"
The old Eleanor was just a bit biased.
And now?
She had completely lost her mind!).
Eleanor patiently explained, "Viola is not like what you imagine her to be. So, don't worry now, just wait patiently for the operation to finish."
"Is it useful for me to worry now?" Len Lentz sighed.
Time passed minute by minute.