Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot - Chapter 310:

Chapter 310: 319: Discussing thought experiments with Brother Hao? Sylvia Thompson’s face turned pale! (Second update)

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Hearing that, Edward Thompson looked towards Sylvia Thompson, his eyes full of pride.

Having such an outstanding younger sister, he, as an elder brother, felt quite honored.

Then, he looked at Viola Thompson.

She really couldn’t compare to Sylvia in any way.

Mr. Roy and Mrs. Hill turned their heads towards Sylvia.

They could not understand Mandarin and wore puzzled expressions in their eyes.

Sylvia looked at Viola, feeling extremely delighted in her heart.

It was astonishing that Viola could still stand there so steadily.

If she were Viola, she would have been ashamed to the point of wanting to jump off a building—what was the point of living if she couldn’t even speak English?

Such an embarrassment.

Viola glanced back at Roy and his wife, and spoke with a smile, “Uncle Roy, Aunt Hill. I am Viola Thompson, also known as Viola.”

As soon as she spoke, she astonished everyone with a perfect London accent.

Even Roy and Hill were stunned, and then opened their mouths wide, exclaiming, “Hello!”

They originally thought that Viola couldn’t speak English.

Turned out Viola spoke English so well.

After she finished speaking, Mrs. Hill hugged Viola, “My goodness, you are so beautiful! What should I call you?”

Viola hugged Mrs. Hill back, showing no signs of being nervous.

She was calm and composed.

Unlike Sylvia, who was dressed in high-end clothes, the girl wore a simple white sweater, black pants, and white shoes, her hair tied up in a bun that showed off the elegant curve of her neck.

Despite her make-up-free face, she was stunningly beautiful, enough to make people sigh.

Even the super-rich lady Hill from Uron Country felt inferior standing in front of her.

She exhibited both flamboyance and subtlety, a true embodiment of Eastern beauty.

Viola spoke gently, “You can call me Viola, or, like my family, you can also call me Viola.”

“Shall I call you Viola then?” Mrs. Hill looked at her, her face full of smiles.

The young girl appeared to be around 16 or 17 years old, slender and delicate. Even the tall Mrs. Hill felt a sense of pressure standing in front of her.

Most importantly, her demeanor was something that her peers definitely didn’t possess.

As if she had experienced so much.

Viola nodded slightly.

“Alright.”

Sylvia was stunned, looking at Viola, her face slightly pale.

What was going on?

Viola could actually speak English?

Sylvia, who had just offered to be Viola’s translator, felt extremely embarrassed at this point.

Sylvia pinched her fingers, feeling mixed emotions, very uncomfortable.

Edward, who was next to her, was equally surprised.

If he didn’t see it with his own eyes, he would never believe that Viola could actually speak Englislm

Moreover, her English was so good. Judging by Viola’s accent, she must have received a very formal education.

But Viola was born in the countryside, so it was impossible for her to receive any formal education.

What on earth was going on?

Mrs. Hill then asked, ‘Viola, have you been to Uron Country before?

“No,” Viola’s cheeks dimpled slightly, her delicate peach blossom eyes were so clear and captivating that they made people fall for her at a glance, “But I’ve heard that it’s a beautiful country.”

No matter which country one was from, they would all like to hear their country praised in front of others from different countries.

Mrs. Hill was no exception. She smiled and said, ‘Viola, you must go to Uron Country when you have time. I will take you around to see the famous scenic spots.”

How could Viola deserve Mrs. Hill’s proactive invitation!

This was completely different from what Sylvia had imagined.

In Sylvia’s imagination,

Viola was only suitable for cowering and hiding behind her. She would then watch enviously as Sylvia conversed with Mrs. Hill.

And now…Not only could Viola Thompson hold a conversation with Mrs. Hill, but she was also invited to visit Uron Country by Mrs. Hill herself. This was a level of treatment that was reserved only for her.

Why Viola?

Sylvia Thompson felt so angry she could barely keep her balance, but she tried her best to control her emotions.

She couldn’t let anyone see her true feelings at this time.

Mr. Roy also admired Viola, smiling at Sawyer Thompson, “You have a really exceptional daughter!

Even though she had been lost for 18 years and suffered in the outside world, Viola still retained the qualities of the Thompson family.

Initially, Mr. Roy thought Sylvia Thompson was outstanding.

But when compared to Viola, the difference in stature was immediately clear.

A true daughter is a true daughter.

As a father, Sawyer Thompson naturally felt immense pride and said, “Thank you.”

He would usually offer some modest words in reply.

But Viola was genuinely outstanding.

There was no need to be modest.

Mrs. Thompson also came out from inside at this time.

“Mrs. Thompson.” Mr. Roy and Mrs. Hill immediately went up to greet her.

Mrs. Thompson’s English was also very good. Holding Viola’s hand, she said, “This is the long-lost treasure of our Thompson family.”

A treasure?

There was a hint of mockery in Sylvia’s eyes.

If Viola was considered a treasure by Mrs. Thompson, then what was Sylvia?

Perhaps not even worthy of being a fish-eye!

Who would believe that as an elder, a grandmother, Mrs. Thompson could be so blatantly biased?

Mrs. Hill smiled, “I have already met Viola. She is a very talented and cultured young woman.

Although Mrs. Hill had only just met Viola,

through a brief conversation, she discovered that this girl’s knowledge was beyond her imagination. No matter the topic – geography, humanities, or anecdotes – Viola could continue the conversation, and she always had a unique perspective to offer.

Having a conversation with such a girl was not only pleasant but also enriched one’s own knowledge.

Mrs. Hill never hesitated to share her admiration.

Sylvia, too, could see the fondness Mrs. Hill had for Viola.

There was a look of discontent in her eyes.

This wouldn’t do.

She couldn’t let Viola steal away all of Mrs. Hill’s attention like this.

She was determined to step on Viola hard.

With that in mind, Sylvia squinted slightly and smiled at Viola, “My sister is so amazing. It seems I need to learn from her more in the future.”

Mrs. Hill nodded, “Your sister is indeed remarkable.”

Perhaps the term “remarkable” was no longer enough to describe the girl before her.

Sylvia continued, “By the way, sister, do you know about Schrödinger’s Cat?”

It was obvious that Mrs. Hill was very interested in this topic. Mr. Roy also looked over when he heard the question.

“I know.” Viola nodded slightly.

Schrödinger’s Cat is a thought experiment proposed by the famous Austrian physicist Schrödinger. It involves putting a cat in a box with a small amount of radium and cyanide. If the radium decays, it triggers a mechanism that breaks the container of cyanide, killing the cat. If the radium does not decay, the cat does not die. Since nobody knows whether the cat is dead or alive in the box, the cat is considered to exist in a superposition of both states at once.

Although Schrödinger’s Cat seems to be just a simple thought experiment, it involves complex knowledge of quantum mechanics at the microscopic level. Viola might be excellent at English, but it was unlikely that she had ever heard of Schrödinger’s Cat!

Viola claimed to know about it, but perhaps she was just bluffing to save face.

How would Sylvia expose her true colors!

Sylvia looked at Viola and posed two questions in a row, “I’ve always been quite interested in Schrödinger’s Cat.. Since the experiment is all about knowing whether the cat is dead or alive, why not use a transparent glass box to observe it? I wonder if my sister has any unique insights on this subject?”