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Sylvia Thompson felt suffocated.

It turned out that her grievances and anger were nothing more than an act of pity in Mrs. Thompsons eyes.

Over the years, she had tried her best to please every member of the Thompson family, but why couldnt she gain their acceptance?

Edward Thompson walked in from outside and saw this scene.

He didnt need to think to know that Mrs. Thompson was deliberately making things difficult for Sylvia.

Edward stood up for Sylvia, Grandma, if youre angry, scold me instead! Dont make things difficult for Sylvia!

Mrs. Thompson glanced at Edward, slightly disappointed in him, Today I just want to scold someone, but not you.

After saying that, Mrs. Thompson turned and left.

Edward was stunned for a moment before he understood the meaning of Mrs. Thompsons words.

Sylvia walked over to Edward, sniffed, Brother, dont make grandma angry on my behalf from now on.

Silly girl, a brothers duty is to protect his sister, Edward patted Sylvias head.

Hearing these words, Sylvia felt even more wronged, took a step forward, away from Edward, Grandma is right, Viola is your real sister. So, brother, the one you should protect the most is Viola.

Edward frowned, But I dont even know who she is!

How can Grandma do this! Im going to talk to her!

Edward had no sibling feelings for Viola, so how could Mrs. Thompson say something so hurtful?

Sylvia grabbed Edwards hand, Brother, dont go!

Edward was furious at this moment.

Brother, if you talk to Grandma now, it will only make her hate me more, Sylvia cautioned.

Hearing this, Edward slowly calmed down.

Yes, Sylvia was right:

Mrs. Thompson was obstinate and traditional. Though she did not practice foot-binding herself, her thinking was even more feudal than those who did.

It was challenging for her to accept someone with no blood ties.

For example, now.

No matter how good Sylvia was to her or how filial she acted, Mrs. Thompson couldnt see it and constantly denied Sylvia.

Sylvia, Im sorry you have to put up with this, Edward sighed deeply.

Its okay, Sylvia shook her head, l dont feel wronged. Even though Grandma might not see me as her real granddaughter, shes still my real grandmother, and Ill never resent her no matter how she treats me. What Sylvia said showed great magnanimity.

Sylvia continued, Brother, it would be great if we could find Viola soon.bender

Seeing Sylvia like this, for a moment, Edward didnt want to find Viola at all.

Viola hadnt been found yet, and Mrs. Thompson was already treating Sylvia like this. If they were to find Viola and bring her back, would there still be a place for Sylvia in their home? But soon, Edward dismissed this idea.

After all

That person was his real sister.

Blood was thicker than water.

No matter what Viola had become, she would always be his real sister.

Edward wanted to reach out and hug Sylvia, but recalling his fathers warning, he withdrew his hand and continued, Dont worry, well definitely find Viola.

Viola.

Hearing this name, Sylvias heart ached.

She was an adopted daughter, so she was called Sylvia.

She would never hear anyone from the Thompson family call her by her real name.

Alright, Sylvia nodded and smiled, When we find Viola, our family will be reunited.

Yes, Edward continued, At that time, Sylvia, youll have another sister who can protect you.

As Violas older sister, it was normal for her to protect her younger sister.

I dont want a sister to protect me, Sylvia looked at Edward, I want to protect her!

Hearing this, Edward patted Sylvias head, Silly girl, she doesnt need your protection.

Sylvia had endured so much at the Thompson family, so Edward wanted to make up for her after finding Viola.

Brother, dont you like Viola? Sylvia looked at Edward.

Its not that I dont like her, after all, weve never met or known each other. Edward continued, Just remember, Sylvia, you will always be my sister, no one can replace you in my heart.

Even if it was his real sister, Viola.

River City.

Viola Thompson helped Rachel Barton with her math today.

When the tutoring was over, it was already past eight oclock in the evening, and the streetlights outside had lit up.

Viola closed the materials, Rachel, let me walk you home.

No need, Rachel stood up, stretching, Its only eight..