Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 262: 127: Mrs. Thompson discovers the truth, Viola is Yan Yan! _5

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If only.

If only she were truly her granddaughter, how wonderful would that be?

The happy days are always fleeting.

Soon, the weekend came.

Viola Thompson had to get ready to return to River City, as she had classes to attend on Monday.

Mrs. Thompson also needed to return to Capital City.

Upon learning that Viola had no relatives nearby, Mrs. Thompson said, “Viola, come to Capital City for the winter break. You can spend the New Year’s holiday at Grandma Thompson’s house. There will be many people and it will be very lively.”

“Thank you, but I have other things to deal with during the winter break. I’ll visit you in Capital City when I have the time.”

“Alright,” Mrs. Thompson nodded, “it’s settled then.”

Mrs. Thompson continued, “The winter break starts next week, right?”

Viola nodded slightly, “There are five more days of classes.”

“It’ll be here soon.’

Winter break wasn’t far off, and neither was the New Year’s holiday.

Viola took Mrs. Thompson to the airport before leaving.

Her heart was heavy on the return journey.

Mrs. Thompson sat in the first-class seat, her thoughts in disarray.

She felt as if she had left something important behind in River City.

She always thought that Viola Thompson was really Viola Thompson.

But there was no birthmark on Viola’s arm.

During the days she spent with Viola, she increasingly regarded her as a real granddaughter.

Mrs. Thompson’s mind was still unsettled even after disembarking the plane, and she didn’t even notice Mary Perryne, who had come to pick her up.

It wasn’t until Mary called out, “Mom!” that Mrs. Thompson snapped back to attention.

“Ah, you are here,” she said.

Mary nodded.

Mrs. Thompson, not noticing Sylvia Thompson had also come, asked in a good mood, “How did you know I was coming back today?”

“Today is Monday, and Viola has to go to school. I guessed that you would definitely return today.”

Mrs. Thompson nodded her head.

“It wasn’t actually me who guessed it,” Mary continued.

“Then who?” Mrs. Thompson asked.

Mary smiled and glanced to the other side.

Mrs. Thompson also looked up curiously, and as she did so, the smile in her eyes slowly vanished.

“Grandma.” Sylvia Thompson, holding a bouquet of flowers, walked over from a short distance away.

Mrs. Thompson frowned slightly and said to Mary, “Who asked you to arrange the pick-up? It’s more trouble than it’s worth!”

It would have been better if she hadn’t brought Sylvia along.

“Mom, just give Sylvia a chance. She has suffered a lot to gain your approval,” Mary said.

At this point, Sylvia approached and said, “Grandma, welcome back.”

Mrs. Thompson didn’t take the flowers directly but said to Mary, “You hold them for me.’

“Alright,” Mary immediately took the bouquet from Sylvia’s hands to alleviate the awkwardness.

It was obvious to Sylvia that after her trip to River City, Mrs. Thompson had changed quite a bit.

What had she discovered?

Sylvia squinted her eyes imperceptibly.

They returned to Thompson Family Manor together.

Mary had a servant arrange the flowers to be sent to Mrs. Thompson’s room.

Mrs. Thompson said, “No need. I’m allergic to pollen, so just place it in the living room.”

Allergic to pollen?

Or was it that the person who gave the flowers wrong?

Sylvia’s downcast eyes were filled with a desolate expression.

She had done everything she could.

She believed that she had performed no worse than a real granddaughter would.

But from beginning to end, Mrs. Thompson had never treated her like a real granddaughter.

In Mrs. Thompson’s heart, Sylvia wasn’t even as good as a stranger.

Mrs. Thompson could travel a thousand miles to see Viola Thompson.

If it had been her in River City, even if she had died there, Mrs. Thompson wouldn’t have glanced in her direction

At this thought, a self-mocking expression filled Sylvia’s eyes. She said nothing and turned to walk upstairs.

Mary wanted to follow and offer comfort but didn’t know where to start.

Only the person who tied the bell can untie it.

The source of the problem was with Mrs. Thompson, so Mary needed to dispel her misunderstanding of Sylvia.

“Mom

As Mary approached Mrs. Thompson, before opening her mouth to say something, Mrs. Thompson replied, “If it’s about that girl, keep your mouth shut. I’m not in the mood to scold anyone today.”

Mary sighed softly, “Mom, actually, I just wanted to say that since you treat

Viola so well, it proves that you’re not a hardhearted person.”

Although Viola and Mrs. Thompson had hit it off, after all, she had not known her for very long.

But Sylvia had been watched over by Mrs. Thompson as she grew up.

That kind of bond could never be replaced.

“Can she compare to Viola?” Mrs.. Thompson looked at Mary and said, “l told you, I’m not in the mood to scold anyone today! Are you looking for a scolding?”