Chapter 393 Eighteen Years Ago

It was nighttime abroad at this time, and Violet didn't know if Steven had felt asleep, so she was mentally prepared for Steven not answering the phone. But Steven had not slept and he answered the phone, “Sis?” “Steven, did I wake you up?” Violet asked in a soft voice. After her mother died, Steven was her only family besides her two children. “No, I just came back from the exhibition at the art museum, is there something wrong?” Steven asked, accompanied by a couple of coughs. Violet heard it and instantly tensed up, “Are you sick, Steven?” “I got a cold, but I am fine, don't worry.” Steven smiled with a somewhat pale face. How could Violet not be worried? But there was nothing she could do. Steven was abroad and she couldn't go and take care of him. “Did you see a doctor?” Violet asked with concern. Steven nodded, “Yes, I am taking medicine, but I am better today. I think I will be well tomorrow.” “Good.” Violet raised the corner of her mouth. Steven asked, “Sister, what