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Go find Viola Thompson!

Damn the old woman!

What the hell does she want?

She hasn’t even known Viola for a month, yet she treats her this well. Does she favor an outsider over her own granddaughter?

Simply laughable.

Sylvia Thompson sneered, pretending not to care, “Viola’s also in River City, mom, you could reach out to her and have her accompany grandma.”

Mary Perryne nodded, “Your grandma’s already at Viola’s house.”

At this, Mary chuckled, “l really like that girl, Viola, not just your grandma.”

She ‘really likes’ Viola?

Then what am I to her?

Hearing this, Viola felt a wave of sorrow wash over her.

She wondered, after all these years, what was she in the eyes of the Thompson family?

Pitiful, regrettable!

Sylvia kept up the pretense of indifference, continuing, “Actually, I feel the same way as you do. I have this special fondness for Viola, always unconsciously edging towards her.” “Really?” Mary Perryne asked.

“Mmhmm.”

Mary chuckled, “Seems like Viola’s really destined to be with us!” Destined?

Viola and Mary are destined, then where does that leave me?

Just because she’s adopted by the Thompson clan, the Thompsons can ignore her feelings?

“Yeah,” Sylvia squinted her eyes subtly, “Mom, it’s not just you and me who like Viola, my second brother also likes her. The other day, I saw her portrait in his studio!”

Hearing this, Mary looked bemused, “Did your second brother know Viola before?”

Otherwise, why would Samuel have painted Viola?

“I’m not quite sure,” Sylvia held onto Mary’s arm, lowering her voice, “Mom, do you think Samuel has fallen for Viola?”

Has Samuel fallen for Viola?

For some reason, hearing this made Mary very resistant.

After all, Viola and Samuel had only met a few times. Plus, there’s some sort of inexplicable feeling about this.

“You must be mistaken!” Mary retorted.

Sylvia still wore a bright smile, “I’m simply speculating.”

Mary frowned slightly.

Sylvia continued with a smile, “Mom, don’t overthink it, I was just saying it randomly.”

This must be a misunderstanding.

Leaving it at that, Sylvia suggested, “Mom, let’s go have breakfast. We have shrimp wontons on offer this morning, Aunt Zhangs specialty.”

“Mmhm,” Mary nodded.

As mother and daughter arrived at the dining room, Edward Thompson also came down for breakfast, “Aunt Zhang’s wonton-making skills are improving!” he noted upon trying a wonton.

Aunt Zhang chuckled, “As long as you like them, young master Edward.” Most importantly, Sylvia liked it.

Every time Sylvia enjoyed her wontons, Aunt Zhang felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

After finishing his wonton, Edward noticed the absence of Mrs. Thompson and asked, “Mom, where’s grandma?”

Before Mary could respond, Sylvia chipped in, “Grandma’s gone to River City to see Viola.’

Gone to River City to see Viola?

Hearing this, Edward frowned.

Was Mrs. Thompson becoming more and more muddled?

Viola had no blood relations with them, she was a calculating gold-digger, yet Mrs. Thompson liked her so much.

One day she would be tricked by Viola till she had no tears left to cry.

“Mom, why didn’t you stop grandma from going to River City?”

“Your grandma went to River City to unwind, why should I stop her?” Mary retorted.

Edward continued, “You don’t understand Viola at all! This visit to River City must be one of her schemes.’

“Viola’s not the person you think she is.”

Because Mary liked Viola very much, she didn’t approve of Edward speaking ill of her.

Edward shook his head helplessly.

The whole family had been deceived by Viola.

Only he saw it clearly.

“Morning, Mom,” Mandel Thompson walked in, holding a newspaper.

“Morning,” Mary responded slightly turning her head.

Sylvia and Edward also greeted Mandel voluntarily, “Good morning, brother.”

“Morning. ”

After sipping some milk, Mary asked, “Brandon, have you heard anything from Viola recently?”

Hearing this, Sylvia tightened her grip on her cup.

“No, not yet,” Mandel replied.

“What about the police station?” Mary enquired further.

If the blood samples in storage could be successfully matched, they might find Viola.

Mandel shook his head.

Mary let out a disappointed sigh.

When could she finally locate her Viola?

Sylvia tried very hard to suppress the discomfort in her heart, put down her chopsticks, held Mary’s hand, and comforted, “Mom, don’t worry. We’ll definitely find sister..”