Chapter 336: 136: Mrs. Thompson’s domineering abuse of scum!_3
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But subconsciously, Viola also didn’t appreciate Sylvia.
Sylvia’s words always carried a hidden agenda.
Dealing with soone like Sylvia was exhausting, as you had to be constantly on guard, lest a slight slip led to manipulation.
Brandon said, “Though I have watched her grow up, our age difference is significant and we don’t have a close relationship like other siblings. She’s a girl with delicate thoughts, so I don’t know her that well. However, I can tell that she’s not as open-minded as you. She might not be completely free of sches, but it’s hard to say how deep her sches go.”
Brandon was a rational person.
And very clear-headed.
In the past, it was hard to notice the difference, but now that Viola was here for comparison, Sylvia was falling short by more than a little.
Viola nodded slightly. Brandon’s answer was very informative.
As his words ended, Brandon continued, “You can also ask your second brother. As for your little brother, forget about it! If he ever dares to bully you, just tell directly. I, as your big brother, will stand up for you!”
Borden must not know about this matter.
If Borden finds out, it will undoubtedly lead to a big commotion and trouble.
“Mmm,” Viola nodded slightly, then said, “Big brother, I’m going back.”
“Okay,” he replied.
Brandon escorted Viola to the door.
“Viola, co here.” Borden called to Viola.
“Second brother.” Viola walked over.
Borden said with a smile, “Viola, I have a gift for you. Close your eyes.”
Viola closed her eyes.
Borden took out a painting. “Viola, you can open your eyes now.”
In the painting, a girl was sitting on the grass.
A cat was nestled in her arms, its little tail wagging.
With one person and one cat, the scene was extrely warm.
Full of love.
Although the girl in the painting could only be seen from a side view, she was still stunningly beautiful.
“Second brother, did you paint this?” Viola’s eyes curved with joy.
Borden nodded, “Yes, it’s for you.”
“Thank you,” Viola took the painting with both hands, a shallow dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth. “I love it.”
Borden said, “If you like it, I’ll paint more for you.”
As the siblings laughed and chatted, they didn’t notice Sylvia standing in a corner not far away.
She stared intently at Borden.
Wishing she could burn a hole in his face.
Borden never painted anything for her.
Not even once!
Viola had returned only a few days ago.
Did they really have such a deep bond as siblings?
Ridiculous!
How ridiculous!
What kind of brother was Borden?
What right did he have to be a big brother?
Just then, as if sensing sothing, Borden looked up.
But there, Sylvia’s figure had already disappeared.
Perhaps he was mistaken?
Brandon turned away, not giving it much thought.
Back in her room, Sylvia opened Facebook and looked at the comnts.
To her surprise, she had over 100,000 comnts on her response within just a few hours.
This was her first post that had received over 100,000 comnts.
[Why doesn’t Viola register on Facebook! I really want to scold her!]
[Does anyone have photos of Viola?]
[She must be an ugly monster since we can’t find any pictures of her!]
[Snow’s statent is really helpless. Awww, I feel so bad for her. Isn’t her brother supposed to be a sister-loving maniac? Why isn’t he standing up for her?]
Sylvia replied to the comnt: [Please don’t worry. I truly have not been treated unfairly. Also, my piano skills are not as good as my sister’s. Please do not pay too much attention to my private life. Focus more on my little brother’s works. He’s the best brother in the world.]
[Ahhh! My beloved sister replied to ! I’m so excited!]
[Sob, sob! Our sister is way too modest!]
[Our sister is just too kind-hearted.]
Although Sylvia’s reply strongly denied that she was the one playing the piano in the video, it inexplicably stirred up a sense of pity in the readers.
Sylvia let a slight smile curve her lips.
Mrs. Thompson also saw the trending topic on Facebook and got out of bed angrily. “Outsiders are outsiders after all! Look at their gossip! You can’t even raise them up after 18 years! She should just get married!”
Mrs. Thompson angrily walked downstairs, saying, “Steward Dalton, move the piano I sent to my granddaughter.”
“Okay, Mrs. Thompson.” Steward Dalton replied.
Seeing Mrs. Thompson like this, Bob asked curiously, “Grandma, what’s wrong? Who made you angry?”
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