A trace of excitement flashed across Vivian's eyes.

Judging from Ron's tone, she could tell that something was wrong with Lorraine.

And she was not mistaken.

With a sigh, Ron explained, "My mother is still weak. Yesterday, she tried to take a walk in the garden by herself. In doing so, she tripped and broke her right leg. The doctor advised that she stay in bed for a minimum of three months with no physical activity."

“Really... That's... Poor Aunt Lorraine. I hope she'd get better soon." Vivian almost said it was good news. Luckily, she stopped herself. How funny!

It hadn't been long since Lorraine started recovering, but she was injured again. It was probably impossible for her to write novels or join the Writers' Association, was it?

"Yes. The pain in her shin kept her up all night yesterday. My father and I took turns to look after her, so I haven't got a good sleep." Confused, Ron's brow furrowed.

Why did Vivian seem to care about my mother so much? It's strange because she hasn't even called her biological mother since she returned to Sheffield. Ron thought to himself.

After hanging up the phone, Vivian quickly browsed Twitter for a while, searching for any information about Mia.

Sure enough, she did not find any news about her. In fact, it was as if she had suddenly disappeared from the world.

On the other hand, this made Vivian completely relieved. Meanwhile, in the Writers' Association of Sheffield, many of the staff noticed something.

It seemed that Curt, their president, was in a very good mood today. Was it because his granddaughter came to visit him? It must be the most probable reason.

Most staff in the Writers' Association was aware that Curt's granddaughter was the powerful chief editor of the website Novel Hub.

Novel Hub wasn't just an ordinary website for novels.

It was the most popular Internet novel platform in the country!

“What are these bastards talking about?"

In the office of the president of the Sheffield Writers' Association, Curt suddenly blurted out angrily. It seemed that someone had offended him.

“Trolls are just gonna troll!" Curt was indeed right. The people he was engaging with were just a bunch of trolls who could only talk bravely because they were hidden behind the computer screens.

“How stupid are these people? How can they compare my clever apprentice Maria with this Polly, whoever she is? It's just ridiculous.

Greta pulled a wry face. "Grandpa, you were in a good mood just now. Why are you suddenly angry? Your mood swings are really terrible. I'm glad I didn't catch that."

Just recently, Curt succeeded in making Maria acknowledge him as her master, and he also managed to persuade her into joining the Sheffield Writers' Association. Therefore, he had been in a very good mood.

But even before Maria had become his apprentice, Curt was already a huge fan of her novel--Female Military Counsellor. Hence, when he saw people comparing Polly and Mia, he was furious. Some of them were even saying that Mia was the one riding Polly's coattails. Of course, Curt wouldn't let this slide.

In fact, Curt was a hot-headed person. Once provoked, he wouldn't back down.

Usually, Curt always looked gentle in front of others. But at the same time, he could turn into a devil's incarnate the moment someone offended him.