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In Edward Thompson’s heart, Sylvia Thompson was the epitome of perfection.

She was the perfect granddaughter.

The perfect daughter.

The perfect sister.

Sylvia couldn’t bear to hear anyone speak ill of her.

After all, she was his only sister.

“So, Borden, you mean this whole thing is not only not our grandmother’s fault, but it’s Sylvia’s fault instead?” How absurd!

Samuel Thompson replied: “Maybe there’s fault on both sides.”

“In any case, Sylvia absolutely can’t be the one at fault!” Edward Thompson looked at Samuel Thompson, “Tell me, Borden, do you even consider Sylvia as your sister?”

This was just too much!

Samuel Thompson nodded, “Of course she’s my sister.”

Edward Thompson continued: “Then why are you taking our grandmother’s side?”

“I’m not taking anyone’s side; I’m evaluating this issue from an objective standpoint,” Samuel Thompson added: “Nobody’s perfect, making mistakes is not a terrible thing. Besides, I never said that it was entirely Sylvia’s fault.”

Edward Thompson scoffed, “From what you’ve said, it seems like it’s entirely

Sylvia’s fault.”

Samuel Thompson rubbed his temples helplessly.

After not seeing him for three years, his younger brother seemed to have grown more obstinate.

Edward Thompson went on: “Borden, if Sylvia were our biological sister, would you still be saying all this?”

In the end, it all came down to blood ties.

It turned out, Samuel Thompson and Mrs. Thompson were cut from the same cloth.

Edward Thompson was very disappointed in Samuel Thompson.

Samuel Thompson said: “Regardless of whether she’s my biological sister, I will still take an objective standpoint to evaluate this matter.”

Edward Thompson sighed, swearing silently to himself that he would treat Sylvia even better in the future.

He wanted Sylvia to feel the warmth of a family.

Edward Thompson didn’t want to keep discussing this issue with Samuel Thompson, so he asked: “When you came back from abroad, did you bring a gift for Sylvia?”

“Yes, I did.” Samuel Thompson nodded.

Currently, Sylvia was the youngest sister in the family, so of course, he wouldn’t forget to bring her a gift.

“What did you buy?”

Through the gift, one could see Sylvia’s place in Samuel Thompson’s heart.

Samuel Thompson took out the gift.

It was a painting.

The girl in the painting was Sylvia at five or six years old.

Seeing this, Edward Thompson frowned slightly, “Just this?”

“l don’t know what an eighteen-year-old girl would like, so I prepared this,” Samuel Thompson continued: “Besides, don’t you think this painting has great collectible value? By the way, Bob, do you remember that day?” Samuel Thompson’s thoughts had drifted back to thirteen years ago.

“Borden, don’t play the sentimentality card. The fact is, you don’t care about Sylvia.

If Samuel Thompson truly cared about Sylvia as a sister, he wouldn’t have dismissed her with a casual painting.

Samuel Thompson’s thoughts were interrupted as he looked at Edward

Thompson, “So you think this gift isn’t appropriate?”

“If you truly regarded Sylvia as your sister, you would have treated her with more care. She’s already sensitive enough! What she needs now is a sense of security. Do you understand that?”

As a result, Edward Thompson always took great pains in selecting gifts.

He wanted Sylvia to know what it felt like to be valued.

Samuel Thompson, of course, wouldn’t get angry with his brother and put the painting away: “I’ll give it more thought and prepare another gift.”

Edward Thompson looked at Samuel Thompson, speaking earnestly: “Borden, Sylvia has grown up before our eyes. In my heart, she will always be my sister. I hope you can do the same, sincerely treating her like a sister.”

At this point, Edward Thompson paused, “Even if one day Viola is found,

Sylvia will still be our sister.”

Samuel Thompson nodded, “Alright.”

Viola Thompson spent the past few days either at the hospital or shopping.

She had Terrence Lentz with her yesterday.

Today, Terrence Lentz was busy, so she walked around the ancient streets on her own.

“Viola! ”

Just then, a gentle female voice sounded from behind.

Viola Thompson looked back slightly.

Seeing the visitor, she was first startled and then her eyes and brows curved up, “Aunt Thompson.”

Although she had only met Mary Perryne once, Viola Thompson still remembered her.

After all, they had had a great time chatting in the teahouse in River City the last time they met.

It felt like they had found a kindred spirit.

“From a distance, I thought I was seeing things..” Mary Perryne jog-trotted to

Viola Thompson, “You came to paint by yourself? Where’s Rachel?”