Chapter 1922: 549: Being abused_4
Viola nestled on the couch, chatting with Terrence Lentz.
Terrence Lentz sent her a photo, “We’re on the vacation island, celebrating the New Year with my grandparents and parents this year.”
Although it was sumr on the vacation island, the Lentz Clan had decorated it with festive lights and colors, giving it the feel of the New Year despite the wrong season.
It was already six o’clock in the evening in Capital City.
Due to the ti difference, it was ten in the morning on the vacation island.
At that mont, Mary Perryne turned to Viola and asked, “Viola, are you chatting with little Terrence?”
“Yes,” Viola nodded slightly.
Mary continued, “I heard from your aunt that they are not returning to River City this year?”
“Mhm,” Viola explained, “Uncle Lentz and Aunt Fang decided to stay on the vacation island to celebrate the New Year with Grandpa Lentz.”
After all, the elder was getting on in years and wasn’t suited for lengthy travels.
Mary nodded in understanding, “That’s also nice.”
After chatting for a while, Mary went off to prepare items for the ancestral rituals.
At eight o’clock, the Thompson Family gathered in the ancestral hall for the sacrificial ceremony.
After completing the ritual, it was ti for the New Year’s Eve dinner.
Mandel Thompson sent photos of the New Year’s Eve dinner to Isla Astir.
Isla Astir also sent photos of her family’s New Year’s Eve dinner to Mandel Thompson, “You have a lot of people in your family; New Year’s must be very lively.”
“As long as you’re willing, you are always welco to celebrate New Year’s with my family. Or I can go to yours,” Mandel replied.
Isla, with a smile on her face, replied, “We’ll see. I’m going to start eating.”
“Okay.”
The Thompsons also began their New Year’s Eve dinner, six family mbers standing up, raising their glasses in celebration.
“Happy New Year!”
Imdiately after, Mary and Sawyer Thompson took out the gift money they had prepared.
“This is for Viola.”
Viola took the red envelope with both hands, “Thank you, Mom.”
Sawyer also handed out a red envelope, “This is from Dad.”
“Thank you, Dad.”
Then ca the red envelopes from the three brothers.
The three seed to be competing with each other, each envelope thicker than the last.
After the New Year’s Eve dinner, Viola went with her brothers to set off fireworks.
Viola, wearing a white down jacket, rged almost seamlessly with the snowy ground beneath her feet, holding small fireworks in each hand, and smilingly said to Mary, “Mom, look how pretty the colors of these small fireworks are!”
Mary, fearing that her daughter might burn herself, shouted, “Viola, be careful. Let your brothers hold them for you in a mont.”
“Viola, are your hands cold? Do you want Mom to get you so gloves?”
In a mother’s eyes, no matter how old her children are, they are always minors in need of care.
“Mom, I’m not cold.”
Nearby.
Bread and Mantou were chasing each other like mad in the snow, curiously enough, the cat and dog seed completely unfazed by the noise of the fireworks and crackers.
Beside Viola, Mandel Thompson and his two younger brothers were busy lighting up a row of large fireworks.
These fireworks, custom ordered from the fireworks factory, had a long duration and beautiful colors, forming various shapes in the air after exploding.
The mont the fireworks lit up, they illuminated the ground as if it were dayti.
Viola seized the opportunity to grab a snowball and threw it straight at Edward Thompson’s head, “Bob, Brandon is hitting you.”
Edward, struck unexpectedly, looked bewildered. He hadn’t reacted yet when Edward’s snowball ca flying at him.
Eventually, even the innocent Mandel got dragged into it.
Of course, Viola didn’t escape unscathed either.
The four siblings played and frolicked in the snow, their laughter mingling with the deafening sound of fireworks.
In that mont.
The siblings felt as though they had returned to their childhood.
Watching the four raucous kids, Mary and Sawyer’s faces were all smiles.
Sawyer turned to Mary, then said, “Mary.”
“Hm?” Mary looked back.
Sawyer continued, “After we lost Viola, did you ever imagine we’d have a day like today?”
Speaking of this again, Mary’s face showed no sadness, only a smile as she said, “Never thought about it.”
She truly hadn’t expected to one day be reunited with her biological daughter.
No one knew what she had been through all these years.
Nor did anyone know how many tis she had faced disappointnt.
Sawyer wrapped an arm around Mary’s shoulders, “Fortunately, all that’s in the past now.”
“Yes,” Mary nodded, “From now on, our family of six will beco happier every year, and in the future, we’ll beco a family of seven, eight, nine, or even more.”
Hearing this, Sawyer also chuckled, “By that ti, the two of us will be too old to walk.”
In fact, every parent in the world feels the sa way.
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