Chapter 1561: 386: First Lady! _3 Chapter 1561: 386: First Lady! _3 Mrs. Astir came into Isla's bedroom holding a broom.
Upon seeing the fragments on the ground, she froze!
This was Isla's favorite clay doll, a gift from a fan, a character from her comic book.
Eva Webster smashed Isla's most beloved clay doll. How would she explain this to Isla?
Eva Webster too!
Why is her temper so big!
She even smashed things!
If only it wasn't Isla's favorite clay doll that was broken.
Mrs. Astir silently swept up all the fragments.
In a moment, she returned to the room, holding the pieces.
“Honey.”
Mr. Astir was scrolling through TikTok. Hearing his wife, he looked up at her, “What's wrong?”
Mrs. Astir sighed. “Eva lost her temper just now and smashed Isla's favorite clay doll!”
Upon hearing this, Mr. Astir took off his glasses, “Which clay doll?”
Mrs. Astir continued, “The one her fans gave her for her third anniversary! What can we do about this?”
Though Isla's parents did not understand comics, they knew what the clay doll meant to their daughter.
Normally, Isla treasured it so much that she wouldn't let anyone touch it.
But now it was smashed!
It would be unacceptable to anyone.
Mr. Astir furrowed his brow slightly. “Are you sure?”
“No,” Mrs. Astir placed the pieces on the table. “Look, they're all broken like this!”
Upon seeing the pieces, Mr. Astir's heart sank, “Now what? Why did she have to smash this one?”
The offending party was a guest. There wasn't much they could say.
Mrs. Astir sighed, “I don't know! I was shocked when I saw the doll shattered on the floor! What can we possibly do to fix this!”
Mr. Astir looked a bit peeved. “What's the matter with Eva? She has no sense of propriety!”
She actually smashed things in other people's homes.
And it's the thing that Isla cares about the most.
Mrs. Astir continued, “She's spoiled by my brother and sister-in-law! There's no use complaining about it now. Let's find a way to remedy the situation.”
Mr. Astir put down his cell phone and stared at the pile of shards. “Do we still have that glue that can bond ceramics?”
Mrs. Astir looked at the fragments on the table, her face full of disbelief. “You want to glue this back together?”
Could this shattered statue possibly be glued back together?
It seemed somewhat unlikely.
“Hm,” Mr. Astir nodded. “Let's try it.”
That was the only solution for now.
Mrs. Astir immediately stood up. “I'll go find it now!”
Mrs. Astir went into the storage room to look for glue. Soon after, she found it, “Honey! Found it!”
Mr. Astir quickly put on his reading glasses, “Bring the lamp from our room.”
“Alright.” Mrs. Astir then went to fetch the lamp.
It wasn't easy to assemble a pile of shards into a whole clay figurine.
Soon, Mr. Astir's finger was cut by one of the shards, and blood immediately gushed out.
Mrs. Astir immediately brought a band-aid, “Put this on.”
Despite being busy for two or three hours, they hadn't managed to reassemble half of the figurine.
Looking at the shattered clay doll, Mrs. Astir sighed, “It's a good thing Isla went out to an event. If she came back tonight, we really wouldn't be able to explain.”
Mr. Astir added, “If Eva was sensible, she should apologize to Isla! If not, what does that say about her?”
Hearing this, Mrs. Astir didn't say anything, her facial expression complex.
Given Eva Webster's character, she would absolutely never take the initiative to apologize.
On the other hand.
Eva texted Isla, asking her why she wasn't back this late.
The answer she got was that Isla was out attending an event.
Attending an event?
Eva slightly furrowed her brow.
Picking her up was indeed a good choice, or she would have been a great disappointment. If Isla considered her to be a real cousin, she wouldn't have left to attend an event without even telling her!
“Tsk!” Eva humphed coldly, very discontentedly remarking, “What the heck!”
River City.
After finishing dinner at the Lentz Clan, Terrence Lentz took Viola Thompson home.
This was Viola's first refuge in River City.
Viola had a special emotional attachment to this place.
Although it hadn't been lived in for a long time, Eleanor Armstrong often helped tidy it. So, there was almost no dust inside and the plants she kept on the balcony were still thriving.
Viola turned on the TV in the living room, “Terrence, what show would you like to watch?”
“Anything.” Terrence Lentz replied.
So, Viola randomly switched to a variety show.
With the sound of the television, the room immediately became a lot livelier.
Chapter end
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