Delia didn't say much in front of Catherine about her inability to tell her memories of these years. After all, she wasn't really five years old, she was fourteen and knew everything she needed to know.

And because of those years of experience, her mind is more precocious than her peers. Jiang Chan looked on with cold eyes and realized that Delia's mental state was indeed more precocious, so her plan needed to be slightly adjusted.

She can't really treat Delia as an ordinary child. Moreover, Delia is selectively forgetting her painful memories at this time. If one day she thinks of those, will she collapse again?

These are all unknowns, so what Jiang Chan needs to do is to strengthen Delia's mind. Give her the ability to distinguish right from wrong, and let her see everyone around her clearly.

So after pondering for a long time, Jiang Chan asked 021 to give Delia the ability that no one can lie in front of her. In other words, Delia at this time is a natural lie detector.

This is just a plug-in given by 021, but how to master such abilities requires Delia to learn by herself. It doesn't matter, after using the plug-in for a long time, Delia will naturally understand it.

For example, when Delia saw Catherine just now, she noticed that something was wrong with Catherine. But at this time, she didn't understand Catherine's thoughts. She would know it when she saw her more in the future.

Back in the room, Delia got into the bathroom. When she was brushing her teeth in front of the mirror, Delia frowned: "Why can't I tell you my future memories?"

Jiang Chan was silent. This was not the time for her to appear. Delia was still too young at the moment, and she might not be able to hide her words. She had to choose a suitable time. As for when this time was, Jiang Chan had to go again.

observe.

After brushing her teeth, Delia gritted her teeth and said, "It's strange. I always felt that my mother's mood was a little wrong just now, but I couldn't tell what was wrong. I didn't feel like this before."

021 smiles, hiding his merit and fame. This is just a trivial plug-in of the system, but it cannot be revealed in front of Delia, lest the girl cannot hide her words and sell it.

After washing herself neatly in the mirror, Delia tied herself into a high ponytail. She didn't wait for her aunt to come over and help her comb her hair. After all, she was fourteen and she could do such a small thing as combing her hair by herself.

Shaking her brown ponytail, Delia glanced at her brown hair. There was some mockery in her eyes because of the discrimination and discrimination she received from the Mandela family because of her brown hair.

There are a lot of white eyes.

The larger the family, the higher the bloodline requirements. For example, brown hair is a symbol of common people, and if you have golden hair, it undoubtedly means that your bloodline is more noble.

"Bullshit!" Delia twitched her lips and stopped looking at her brown hair. It was almost time and she needed to go down for breakfast. If it was past the breakfast time, Austin and Elvie Mandela would have another meeting.

Something to say.

Especially Elvie, she is not an easy person to get along with. Thinking of Elvie, a trace of anger flashed in Delia's eyes. She had a natural dislike for this aunt, she was really too bad.

Since God brought her back to this time, she had to do something, right? Otherwise, she would be sorry for the torture she suffered in the following years. Thinking of this, Delia's face showed a trace of sternness.

She looked in the mirror for a long time, and then she showed a stiff smile.

Opening the door, the little man suddenly walked out with a step that he didn't recognize. Catherine, who happened to come out of the room, saw this scene and frowned slightly. She felt that something was wrong with Delia today.

Just as she reached the corner of the second floor, Delia's pace slowed down. It was quite lively downstairs, and the only sound in the restaurant was the voice of Elvie Mandela. She could support a show by herself.

"Brother, why hasn't Catherine come down yet? Everyone is waiting for her."

"She has such a big airs!"

"We have been waiting for several minutes."

"And Delia, she is becoming more and more rude. How can there be any reason for elders to wait for younger ones?"

Delia glanced at Catherine standing behind her. Her face was very calm. It was obvious that she had seen such scenes too many times and was used to it.

But Delia could still see that Catherine's expression had changed a lot. She didn't seem to have the ability to see clearly the changes in a person's expression before.

Could it be a reward for trying it again? Putting this doubt to the bottom of her heart, Delia stamped her feet and deliberately made a loud noise and ran down the stairs. At this time, her admiration for Catherine was still very strong.

Of course I have to speak for Catherine.

Catherine saw Delia jumping and running down the stairs. She thought to herself and quickly chased after her. Although her motives were not pure at this time, she still had some motherly love for Delia after all. It was just motherly love with ulterior motives.

Motherly love?

Delia sat down at the dining table and watched Elvie eating a sandwich and drinking coffee. She forced a smile and said, "Auntie is waiting for us? The teacher said that if she is waiting for us, we should all be together."

As for Austin, she didn't even look at him. She was worried that she would hit him with a punch. Therefore, Delia's eyes were always on Elvie. Since she couldn't cause trouble for Austin now, let's operate on Elvie first.

Because he was diagonally opposite Elvie, he could see all her expressions clearly. Elvie did not expect that her niece, who was usually as boring as a gourd, would say this, and the knife and fork in her hand suddenly stopped.

After a second, she looked at Austin: "Brother, look at Delia, she has been contradicting me all morning."

Austin put down the newspaper in his hand: "Delia, is this what your tutor is like?"

Catherine sat down next to Austin: "Delia is waiting for me, let's continue having breakfast."

Delia didn't look at Austin, she just shook her calf and held the milk: "Father, I am just like my aunt's tutor. We are a family."

So, before you criticize others, you must first look at yourself. If you can't stand firm yourself, what qualifications do you have to criticize and accuse others?

Austin didn't expect that Delia would say this. The little girl who usually looked timid was so eloquent today.

Seeing that Austin was silent, Delia wasn't done yet.

She took a bite of the sandwich and said, "My teacher taught me to respect the old and love the young, and not to talk about people behind their backs. My aunt didn't do that at all."
Chapter completed!