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Sylvia Thompson spoke with great grievance.

Looking pitiful.

But the hand hidden in her sleeve was clenched into a fist.

As long as she was there, Viola wouldn’t be able to take away what originally belonged to her!

Hearing this, Mrs. Thompson was furious, angrily saying, “Yield? Viola is my legitimate granddaughter, and the only young Miss Thompson Family. Does she need someone like you, who covets her title, to yield to her?”

Sylvia was not a Thompson by blood, and she couldn’t learn the Thompson Family’s upright and unyielding spirit!

Her presumptuous words sounded justifiable, which made Mrs. Thompson even angrier.

At that, Mrs. Sherman pointed at Mary Perryne, “Is this how you’ve raised her all these years?”

Sylvia already felt and after hearing Mrs. Thompson’s words, she felt even more aggrieved.

Viola was the only young Miss Thompson Family, then what was she?

She had lived in the Thompson family for eighteen years, brought laughter to

the family, and had been most filial to Mrs. Thompson.

Where was Viola during all this?

But now, Mrs. Thompson wanted to erase all her contributions with just one sentence!

Was this fair to her?

Why should Viola, who didn’t do anything, receive all of Mrs. Thompson’s love while she had put in so much effort, only to become Viola’s pawn in the end?

She couldn’t accept this.

Not one bit.

Mary Perryne lowered her head, knowing her mother-in-law’s temper. If she spoke up for Sylvia at this time, Mrs. Thompson would only get angrier.

Seeing Mary Perryne stay silent, Sylvia felt even more ironic. If she were Mary Perryne’s biological daughter, would Mary Perryne still stand by like this?

This was the mother who always claimed to treat her as her own daughter!

Ridiculous!

It was simply a laughingstock!

Sylvia looked at Mrs. Thompson, her voice trembling, “Grandma … I didn’t mean that …

Before she could finish, she was interrupted by Mrs. Thompson, “Then what did you mean? Did you forget your place after bearing the title of Thompson Young Miss for a long time? What qualifications do you have to compare yourself to my Viola?”

Upon hearing this, Sylvia’s tears fell even more intensely.

One drop after another.

Almost to the point of crying inconsolably.

“Grandma… I’m sorry…”

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Thompson’s brows furrowed. She despised those who would cry easily, and angrily scolded, “What are you crying for? Is anyone dead? Stop all that crying! It’s bad luck!”

Mary Perryne couldn’t bear listening to it any longer and spoke up, “Mother, you’ve misunderstood Sylvia. She’s just a child and would also feel wronged…”

Even if it weren’t Sylvia, an adult would probably find it difficult to withstand Mrs. Thompson’s words.

“Shut up!” Mrs. Thompson turned her head to Mary Perryne, “What does she have to feel wronged about? She’s enjoyed a life of luxury our family provides. Poor Viola might still be suffering somewhere, and don’t forget that the life Sylvia’s living now should have been Viola’s.”

The last sentence painfully struck Mary Perryne’s heart.

Just the thought of Viola possibly suffering somewhere made it difficult for Mary Perryne to breathe.

Sylvia tried her best to calm herself.

Soon after, the three of them got in the car.

Mrs. Thompson seemed to remember something, turned her head to Mary Perryne, “Did you go to River City a while ago?”

“Yes, Mother.’

Mrs. Thompson squinted, “What were you doing there? Did you get any news about my granddaughter?”

Mary Perryne shook her head.

Thompson Senior sighed, not saying anything more.

She didn’t know if she could see her granddaughter in her lifetime.

She had never done anything bad in her life, so why was God punishing her like this?

If she could, she would sacrifice everything to ensure her granddaughter’s safety.

Mrs. Thompson closed her eyes, leaning back in her chair, her face showing an indescribable expression.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the Thompson Family Manor’s entrance.

Samuel Thompson ran over to open the door, hugging Mrs. Thompson as she stepped out, “Grandma, I missed you so much.” Mrs. Thompson chuckled and said, “You’re such a sweet talker.” Mary Perryne and Sylvia walked out from behind.

Samuel Thompson noticed that something was wrong with Sylvia’s expression, her eyes were red and swollen, clearly having cried before.

Samuel Thompson slightly furrowed his eyebrows, slowed down his pace, and walked side by side with Sylvia.

“Sylvia, what happened? Who bullied our little fairy?” As he spoke, Samuel Thompson put his arm around Sylvia’s shoulder, “Tell your second brother, and I’ll help you get justice!’

Sylvia forced a smile and shook her head, “Second brother, I’m fine.”

“Your eyes are red, and you still say you’re fine?” Upon saying this, Samuel Thompson looked towards Mrs. Thompson walking in front, “Is it …”

Sylvia immediately shook her head, “No, no, it has nothing to do with

Grandma. It’s all my fault. 1 made Grandma angry.”

Having said that, Samuel Thompson understood everything.

It must be Mrs. Thompson who made things difficult for Sylvia. After all, Mrs. Thompson had never liked Sylvia.

Samuel Thompson had never understood how it was possible for Mrs.

Thompson not to like Sylvia, who was so sensible and filial.

Was it merely because of their blood ties?

After dinner, Samuel Thompson went to Mrs. Thompson’s bedroom.

“Grandma, I have something to discuss with you.”

Mrs. Thompson was practicing calligraphy, and hearing this, she looked at him and smiled, “What matter requires discussing with me?”

“It’s about Sylvia,” Samuel Thompson continued, “She

Mrs. Thompson slammed her brush down, thick ink splashing on the white paper, her voice full of anger, “What Sylvia? In this house, there’s only one Viola! That is my dearest granddaughter, and your legitimate younger sister!”

When Mrs. Thompson was young, she had fought in wars and experienced gunshots and bombs, having truly crawled out from a pile of corpses.

Because of the extraordinary aura she carried, the Thompson Family was somewhat in awe of her.

She was the absolute authority within the Thompson Family!

Samuel Thompson immediately changed his tone, carefully choosing his words, “Grandma, rest assured. I’ll never forget that 1 have a legitimate younger sister. l, like you, hope to find her soon. I just wanted to ask if you could be a little kinder to Sylvia. Even though she isn’t related to us by blood, she didn’t treat us any worse than if she were. Since our sister isn’t by our side now, we should cherish the people around us more.”

Continuing, Samuel Thompson said, “Sylvia has had a tough time. She longs for your approval more than anyone else. I hope you can be a little fairer to her, and treat her like your own granddaughter.”

Just thinking of how wronged Sylvia must have felt, Samuel Thompson’s heart ached.

He had watched Sylvia grow up; in his eyes, she was his real sister, irreplaceable.

He wanted to see Sylvia’s smile.

“Are you trying to teach me how to do things?” Mrs. Thompson looked at Samuel Thompson, “Even your father doesn’t dare talk to me like that.. Where do you get the courage?”