Chapter 922

The next second, the door opened, and Yvonne entered the room in high spirits. "Mom, I want to show you something."

Marietta forced herself to cheer up. "What is it?"

"This is the short story I wrote. What do you think?"

"Have you started writing as well?" Marietta finally regained her spirits. She took Yvonne's manuscript and looked through it a few times before frowning.

"Why does your writing remind me of someone else's writing style?"

Yvonne's heart skipped a beat at her words, and she resisted the urge to get her manuscript back. "No way. I wrote this myself."

Marietta took another look at the manuscript and felt that strong sense of familiarity once more. However, she didn't have the energy to think about it now.

"Why did you suddenly think of writing a short story?"

"You're going to be a judge in the short story competition, right? Since I'm your daughter, everyone will definitely doubt my lineage if I can't even write. So I might as well take the chance to participat