"Robert, you are more innocent than I think you are." Ivy was amused by what happened but did not dare tough seeing how embarrassed he looked. Robert rubbed his nose awkwardly.


    "I guess that just means that all the friends you''ve been hanging out with are innocent as well," Ivy concluded. "Which is great. It means that you have great friends."


    Robert was so utterly humiliated that he did not mind being teased by his sister.


    "Dad looked into each of my friends, and he wouldn''t let me hang out with them if they were bad people," Robert exined. "Our parents are really protective."


    "A university is its very ownmunity." Ivy poured him a ss of water. "But I think whether a person gets influenced by bad people or not depends on them. There are people who cave in to their darkest nature even when they are surrounded by good people."


    "Do you think that I will be a bad person, then?" Robert took a sip of the water.Content ? provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    "Of course, not. No one in our family ever will."


    "Ivy, the good and the bad sometimes co-exist. Bad people have a good side to them, and people who seem nice on the surface might have an evil side, too." Robert set his ss down and patted Ivy on the head. "I guess we all just need to live a life we won''t regret."


    "Apart from that, we have to make sure that we don''t vite anyws, too," she added. "A lot of bad people think that they have no regrets either."


    Robert felt as though he was being lectured by his younger sister, but he was not at all annoyed; instead, he was impressed by Ivy.


    He had grown up beneath his parents'' wings, and they had taught him right from wrong, so people expect him to be brilliant, but it was different for Ivy.


    Ivy did not grow up in thep offort and did not have the best education, but she was more maturepared to Robert.


    Adversity taught one things that formal education never could, and this deepened Robert''s belief that he needed to work harder at being a better person.


    On the weekend, Ivy woke up early to practice.


    Ever since Harry starteding during the weekends to tutor her, Ivy began to look forward to the weekends.


    The servant made breakfast and called her over to the dining room. As the servant served the food, she said, "Ivy, you are getting better at this." Ivy blushed. "Really? Don''t lie to me."


    "Of course. I


    Can


    tell the difference.


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    You sound much better than you did before," the servant said earnestly "You even have a different voice when you practicepared to the way you usually speak. It is almost like you are a different person."


    "I might have made some progress, but you are exaggerating."


    "Hahaha. I think you can be a broadcaster @ght now! Why don''t you try asking your tutor what he thinks of your progress?" The servant was slightly exaggerating, but this was normal as all of the servants loved Ivy, who was gentle and asionally help with the chores.


    Ivy knew that the servant was only saying this because she liked her. Ivy knew that they all liked her.


    She had managed to adopt the Aryadelle ent, but there was still a lot of space for improvement.


    At half past eight in the morning, Harry arrived at Elliot''s mansion.