Chapter 1527

Jackie remained silent for a moment.

"Did she come here before this?"

"Yes, what’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing."

He lowered his gaze, thought about it for a while, but received a call at the moment.It was about the
things that he had asked someone else to investigate for him.

The other party said, "Mr.Clifford, I’ve asked Mr.Eden about the other day.He told me that he’s not very
close with Ms.Lovegood.He’s only met her twice, and he doesn’t even have her contact information.He
also said that he happened to run into Ms.Lovegood in the restaurant the other day.Ms.Lovegood only
invited him to have a meal on the grounds that they had had a conversation at an art exhibition."

Jackie did not say anything and hung up the call.

Someone tugged the hem of his jacket all of a sudden.He lowered his head.

It was a little girl of seven or eight years old.

"Sir, are you here for Sister Viv?" Jackie frowned.

‘This imp actually called me sir but addressed her as Sister Violet.Just how old do I look on the
outside? He took a deep breath, squatted down to look at her, and asked, "What’s wrong?"

The girl asked, "Then will you be nice to Sister Viv?"



He paused for a bit and pursed his lips.

"Sir, Sister Viv is very nice.So, don’t bully her.She also taught us how to make paper cranes and stars,
write, draw, and play the piano.We'll be angry if you bully her."

Jackie’s eyes moved.

"I won’t bully her."

"Pinky promise, you have to keep your word."

The girl stretched out her little finger.He was stunned once again, but he then laughed, stretched out
his little finger, and made a deal with the little girl.

"Pinky promise."

Violet sat in the room where Jacob lived before his death.

The dean had not stopped cleaning it over the years, so the room had always been kept in its original
look as if Jacob was still living.

There were drawing canvases in the room.

Jacob liked to draw, and he was very talented at drawing.

Because of this, Violet went to learn how to draw and held an art exhibition for him.She reached out
and stroked the portrait that he left behind—she was the model in the portrait.

The door was knocked.

She returned to her senses, pulled down a cloth to cover the canvas, walked to open the door, and was
astonished when she saw Jackie standing beside the dean.



The dean turned to Jackie and said, "Then I shall leave her to you.You should talk."

After the dean left, Violet stood at the doorway, blocking the entrance, and asked, "Why haven’t you
left?"

He replied indifferently, "I did tell you that I’m here to pick you up."

She was startled.

"And didn’t I tell you I'll return when I've had enough fun?"

Jackie glanced across the gap between her and the door.

"Let’s go in and talk."

"Isn’t there a space in the hall? If you want to talk, let’s go to the hall."

She reached out, pushed him away, and closed the door.

But Jackie pushed the door open abruptly and squeezed himself into the room.

Violet was stunned and became furious instantly.

"Jackie Clifford, what do you think you're doing!?"

Jackie ignored her obstruction, stepped into the room, and looked around.

There were plenty of vivid paintings, ordinary but delicate and romantic small gifts, and paper cranes
that had been tied onto strings hanging on the wall.

These paper cranes had been accumulated over all those years and represented the things one had
missed in life.



Thinking of what the dean had said to him, he suddenly scoffed coldly.

"Childish."

Violet was already furious because he barged into the room without her permission, but when she
heard the word coming from him, she lost her head and pushed him.

"Who are you calling childish, and who permitted you to come in? Get out!"

Jackie grabbed her wrist.

"Aren't you the childish one here?”

"You're not only childish but also ridiculously stupid.You've done all sorts of things to ruin your
reputation only because of aman.I don’t see you as someone who's going against the world but
someone who’s degenerating wilfully."

He was telling the truth, but it sounded extremely shrill to her.


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