Chapter 230: 123: Like a grandmother 6
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What it Mary Perryne, being honest, got tricked by soone!
With this thought in mind.
Mrs. Thompson imdiately stood up from the hanging chair and walked downstairs.
She wanted to see for herself who this mysterious visitor was.
Most importantly, Mary Perryne had said last night that the young girl was even prettier than Bettye McMillan.
Bettye McMillan was Mrs. Thompson’s goddess.
Could there really be soone prettier than her goddess?
Furthermore, what if this ‘Bettye McMillan’ was in cahoots with Sylvia Thompson?
Mary Perryne was chatting with Viola Thompson when she heard footsteps. She looked up and said with a smile, “Mom, you’re down.”
Hearing this, Sylvia Thompson’s smile on her face stiffened for a mont, and then she turned to look.
Her mood worsened.
It was really Mrs. Thompson.
That old hag!
Why did she co down?
Mrs. Thompson leaned on her dragon head cane, her face adorned with a kind smile. “I heard we have a guest, so I ca to see.”
Seeing Mrs. Thompson, Viola Thompson imdiately stood up from the sofa, “Hello, Mrs. Thompson, I’m Viola Thompson.”
Mrs. Thompson looked at Viola Thompson, her eyes full of amazent.
This young girl was stunning!
Her eyebrows and eyes were like the most beautiful artwork.
No wonder Mary Perryne gave her such a high rating!
Viola Thompson was indeed more beautiful than Bettye McMillan.
“The young girl’s last na is also Thompson, huh,” Mrs. Thompson said with a hearty laugh. “Maybe we were related 500 years ago.”
Mary Perryne chid in, “Mom, just call her Viola.”
“Is it the character with the ‘woman’ radical on the side for Viola?” Mrs. Thompson continued to ask.
Viola Thompson nodded slightly, “Yes, Mrs. Thompson.”
“Oh, my dear,” Mrs. Thompson held Viola Thompson’s hand, looking at her as if she saw her favorite person, “Don’t call Mrs. Thompson, just call Grandma.”
As if Viola Thompson was her own granddaughter.
Sylvia Thompson stood to the side as if she was an extra person in their scene.
Viola Thompson smiled and said, “Grandma.”
This ‘Grandma’ seed to go straight to Mrs. Thompson’s heart.
She really loved this young girl too much.
She wished Viola Thompson were her own granddaughter.
She could tell at a glance that Viola Thompson was not the sa kind of person as Sylvia Thompson.
This young girl looked pure, especially her clear and bright peach blossom eyes.
Unlike Sylvia Thompson, with an unlikable face, always looking as if soone had bullied her, red-eyed and crying, which Mrs. Thompson really disliked.
Mrs. Thompson imdiately took off the bracelet from her hand and was about to put it on Viola Thompson’s hand, “Grandma didn’t prepare a gift for you today. Just take this bracelet. It’s not anything valuable, so don’t dislike it,
Viola.”
“Grandma, I can’t accept this,” Viola Thompson refused gently. “If you’re so polite, I’ll be too embarrassed to co over and play again.”
Although she also liked the kind old lady in front of her, she definitely couldn’t accept such a valuable gift at their first eting.
“Viola, if you don’t accept it, Grandma will be angry!” Mrs. Thompson said sternly.
Viola Thompson smiled and said, “Then Grandma must not want to co back next ti.”
“Alright, I can’t argue with you,” Mrs. Thompson reluctantly took the bracelet back. “But you must rember to co over and play with Grandma more often.
“Mhm.” Viola Thompson nodded slightly.
Sylvia Thompson watched this scene, her hands hidden in her sleeves clenched into fists.
That damn old hag.
What the hell was she thinking?
Since Sylvia Thompson grew up, the old hag had only given her one longevity lock, which was given to her on her first birthday.
However, upon eting Viola Thompson for the first ti today, the old hag gave her such an expensive bracelet.
So she was this biased?
Ridiculous!
Truly ridiculous!
Aunt Zhang, who was standing to the side, also felt very uncomfortable watching this.
Her daughter was being treated unfairly.
At lunchti, Mrs. Thompson deliberately let Viola Thompson sit next to her.
This was a privilege Sylvia Thompson had never enjoyed before.
“Viola, you’re so skinny, rember to eat more,” Mrs. Thompson kept putting food onto Viola Thompson’s plate.
In no ti, Viola Thompson’s bowl beca a mountain of food.
The old lady even peeled shrimp for Viola Thompson herself.
Her fondness for Viola Thompson was undeniable.
A mont later, Mrs. Thompson asked again, “Viola, how old are you this year?”
“Eighteen, ” Viola Thompson replied.
Mrs. Thompson suddenly felt a bit sentintal, “If my eldest granddaughter hadn’t been lost, she would also be eighteen this year.”
Eldest granddaughter?
Hearing this, Sylvia Thompson felt even worse.
If Viola Thompson was the eldest granddaughter, then what was she?
In front of a stranger, what was the intention of that old hag?
Did she want to humiliate her?
Mrs. Thompson then asked, “Viola, when is your birthday?”
Viola Thompson answered, “My birthday is in August.”
August?
Mrs. Thompson frowned slightly, as her own granddaughter, Viola, had a birthday in January.
So the birthday dates didn’t match.
Hearing this, Sylvia Thompson’s heart trembled.
Why did Mrs. Thompson suddenly ask about Viola Thompson’s birthday?
Could she have discovered sothing?
Aunt Zhang also noticed the issue and looked at Viola Thompson.
Fortunately, at least Viola Thompson’s birthday was wrong.
However, one thing did match up.
The day Aunt Zhang threw Viola Thompson away, the birth date on the note she left was indeed in August.
Could it be…..
Viola Thompson really was Viola Thompson?
At this thought, Aunt Zhang’s hand trembled, causing her dinner plate to fall to the ground.
Clatter–
Aunt Zhang imdiately realized what had happened, “Mrs. Thompson, I’m sorry…”
Mary Perryne never held a grudge against servants, she smiled and said, “As long as you’re okay.”
Mrs. Thompson frowned slightly, looking at Aunt Zhang, “What’s going on?”
Aunt Zhang’s eyes were sowhat red, “Mrs. Thompson, I’m sorry, 1…1’11 be more careful.
Sylvia Thompson was very anxious.
This useless thing.
Hopefully, it wouldn’t arouse the suspicion of that old hag.
“Did soone in the family bully you?” Mrs. Thompson continued to ask.
She had a gut feeling that sothing wasn’t right.
Because, in her mory, Aunt Zhang had always been a steady person.
“No, no,” said Aunt Zhang, her voice very low.
“Mrs. Thompson, you misunderstood; nobody at ho bullied Aunt Zhang,” Nanny Donne, who had a good relationship with Aunt Zhang, stepped forward to explain. “Aunt Zhang has been wronged at ho.”
She then rolled up Aunt Zhang’s sleeve, “Look, her arms were beaten by her husband. Once he’s drunk, he doesn’t recognize anyone. Aunt Zhang is really pitiful. ”
Beneath Aunt Zhang’s sleeve, her arms were covered in bruises and abrasions.
It was unbearable to look at.
Even Sylvia Thompson frowned slightly.
Mrs. Thompson went on, “With it like this, have you considered divorce yet?”
Aunt Zhang said, “I can only bla my bad luck.”
She couldn’t divorce.
If she divorced, what if that gambling-addicted scoundrel found out about Sylvia Thompson?
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