Amelia Clarke listened to her joke and couldn't help but tease back, "It'd be better to have Mr. Wilson cover for you rather than me."
"Him?" Viola Harris scoffed disdainfully, "Forget it, his son is about to be born, he won't be covering for me. Haven't you heard Effie Wilson? I am Finn Wilson's lover, a concubine, not like you, the official wife."
Her words had a hint of self-deprecation.
"Viola..." Amelia Clarke was somewhat worried.
"I'm fine, being a lover is just that, I never planned on getting married anyway. Being his lover allows me a more comfortable life, there's no harm in it." Viola Harris spoke with an air of nonchalance, and although she laughed it off, Amelia Clarke didn't believe she was truly nonchalant.
Amelia Clarke could tell that Viola's feelings for Finn Wilson weren't as she verbally claimed.
Dorothy Brown brought drinks and desserts for the two of them, a cup of black tea for Viola Harris, and a cup of hot milk for Amelia Clarke.