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Mrs. Thompson was old and had a weak immune system; it would take at least a week for her to recover from an allergic reaction.

By that time, Second Uncle Thompson would surely bring his son to see Mrs. Thompson voluntarily.

That way, Mrs. Thompson wouldn’t have to go to River City.

Loquat syrup and pears were a good remedy for cough, so when Mrs.

Thompson had an allergic reaction, the responsibility wouldn’t be on her.

Thinking of this, Sylvia Thompson slightly curved the corner of her lips.

After it was cooked, Sylvia poured the soup out and brought it to Mrs. Thompson’s room.

Mrs. Thompson was chatting with her daughter-in-law, Elena Williams, and smiling, “A teacher? A teacher is good, coming from a family of scholars, educating others. It doesn’t matter if they have a poor family background, as long as they have a good character.”

The Thompson Clan lacked many things.

But what they didn’t lack was power, so there was no need to engage in any sort of family alliance through marriage.

Unable to see Elena’s face clearly on the phone, she could only hear Elena’s voice, “l think the same as you do. As long as the girl has a decent appearance and character, it’s fine. There’s no use for excessive beauty, as it’s not like we’re participating in a beauty pageant.”

Mrs. Thompson and this daughter-in-law were more talkative with each other, laughing and saying, “You’re right.”

“Grandma,” Sylvia brought the bowl to Mrs. Thompson, “l saw that you were coughing badly, so I specially made some loquat soup for you. Have some. My classmate said that this is very good for relieving coughs.”

Seeing Sylvia on the phone, Elena smiled, “Sylvia is really so filial.”

“This is all just my duty as your niece.”

Mrs. Thompson took the bowl from Sylvia, thanked her, and was just about to take a sip when she frowned slightly.

Something was wrong.

The taste of this loquat soup was very wrong.

Seeing her hesitation, Sylvia became anxious.

Drink it!

Drink it!

Why hasn’t she drunk it yet!

Mrs. Thompson was holding the phone in one hand, and with the other hand, she slammed the bowl hard onto the table, “What did you put in this?”

Sylvia’s face changed, “I didn’t put anything in it!”

She never expected that Mrs. Thompson could detect the wrong taste just by smelling it.

Mrs. Thompson cut off the video, “Did you put pears in it?”

“Yes,” Sylvia explained, “My classmate said that loquat syrup with some pear flesh makes a soup that’s especially effective for relieving coughs.”

“You didn’t know I’m allergic to pears?” Mrs. Thompson retorted.

“I didn’t know, Grandma, I really didn’t know,” Sylvia explained with tears in her eyes, “Grandma, I’m sorry. I just wanted your cough to get better sooner. I really didn’t know you were allergic to pears.”

Ignorance has no crime.

Mrs. Thompson had no evidence to prove that she did it on purpose.

After all, Mrs. Thompson had never liked her anyway, so she wasn’t afraid of offending her this time.

“Some ignorance,” Mrs. Thompson stared at Sylvia, “l think you did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

Although Mrs. Thompson was old, her eyes were still sharp, making Sylvia a bit uneasy.

But she couldn’t panic now.

She had to display all her grievances.

Only the weak could capture everyone’s attention.

“I really didn’t do it on purpose,” Sylvia cried, “Grandma, please believe me.

You’re my own grandmother; how could I possibly do it on purpose?”

“Own grandmother?” There was a mocking smile in Mrs. Thompson’s eyes, “l don’t have a granddaughter as heartless as you! I think you can’t wait for me to die soon, can you? If I die, there won’t be anyone in this family who knows your true face!” “No, I don’t…

Sylvia cried bitterly.

She never expected things to turn out this way.

The commotion upstairs was quite loud, but Sawyer Thompson and Mary Perryne were discussing something in their room, and Edward Thompson had gone out.

At this rate, Sylvia was bound to suffer.

Aunt Zhang squinted her eyes and immediately ran to knock on Sawyer and

Mary’s bedroom door, “Sir, ma’am, somethings wrong!’

Soon, the door opened, and Sawyer, in his pajamas, asked, “What’s going on?”

Aunt Zhang pointed in the direction of Mrs. Thompson’s room and said, “Mrs. Thompson and Miss Sylvia are quarreling.”

Upon hearing this, Sawyer became anxious, “I’ll change my clothes first.”

When the door opened again, both Sawyer and Mary were dressed neatly.

Sawyer frowned, “What happened? How did Mrs. Thompson start arguing with Sylvia?”

While Mrs. Thompson didn’t particularly like Sylvia normally, she wouldn’t go as far as to argue with her. She would just scold her at most.

But today, as soon as he stepped out of his room, he heard Sylvia’s crying..