Chapter 263: 127: Mrs. Thompson discovers the truth, Viola is actually Viola! _6
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Looking at Mrs. Thompson like this, Mary Perryne was very puzzled.
She did not understand why Mrs. Thompson would rather like a stranger than accept Sylvia Thompson.
Could it be, as Edward Thompson had said, that Viola Thompson had used some cunning?
Thinking of this, Mary Perryne slightly furrowed her brows.
But Viola didn’t seem like that kind of person.
As Mary Perryne thought about it, she walked towards the back garden.
She planned to go to the garden to catch some breeze and calm down.
“Mom.”
Edward Thompson came up from behind.
“What’s wrong?” Mary Perryne turned around.
Edward Thompson continued, “By now, you should know what kind of person Viola is, right?”
“What do you mean?” Mary Perryne frowned slightly.
“Just follow me.”
Curious, Mary Perryne followed Edward Thompson’s footsteps.
Edward Thompson led her to Samuel Thompson’s art studio.
Curious, she asked, “Why have you brought me here?”
Edward Thompson did not explain but pushed open the door of the studio and pointed at the unfinished painting on the easel, saying, “Look at that.”
Her eyes fell on the painting.
Although the painting on the easel was not yet finished, it could still be seen from the facial lines of the characters that they were Mrs. Thompson and Viola Thompson.
The title was “Grandmother and Granddaughter.”
Old and young, their faces brimming with smiles, they looked exceedingly harmonious.
But Viola was just an outsider.
When she was with Mrs. Thompson, how could she be considered a granddaughter?
“You should be able to see who’s in the painting, right?” Edward Thompson said.
Mary Perryne didn’t say anything.
Edward Thompson continued, “l don’t know what means Viola used to make brother and grandma like her so much, but 1 know that if this painting gets out, what will outsiders think of Sylvia?”
By favoring an unrelated person over her own granddaughter, wasn’t Mrs. Thompson slapping Sylvia’s face?
If it were to spread, outsiders would certainly think that Sylvia was not a qualified granddaughter.
Hearing this, Mary Perryne’s face also turned unsightly.
“Mom, if you still consider Sylvia as your daughter, stay away from Viola in the future. You’ve already lost one daughter, don’t hurt the heart of another one.”
The last sentence hit her heart ruthlessly.
Mary Perryne was almost suffocated.
Having said that, Edward Thompson added, “Certain words may be unpleasant, but you have to face reality. You lost Viola for eighteen years, and although we all want her to come back, deep down inside we all know the truth, we just haven’t said it out loud.”
Instead of seeking a result that had no outcome, it was better to let them live together as a happy family.
Edward Thompson did not have any real feelings for Viola Thompson, so he preferred Sylvia, his real sister, over the movie producer.
Hearing these words, Mary Perryne could hardly stand steady.
Edward Thompson reached out to steady Mary Perryne, “Mom, let me help you back to your room to rest.”
Upstairs.
Sylvia Thompson sat in front of the dressing table.
“This bird’s nest soup should be drunk while it’s hot.” Aunt Zhang brought a bowl of birds nest soup in front of her, “You don’t have to punish yourself like this because of people like her.”
Sylvia was born malnourished and had to stay in an incubator for half a month.
So, from time to time, Aunt Zhang would bring a bowl of nourishing food to her, as doing so would ease her heart.
Sylvia was in no mood to drink these things now and continued, “l always feel that something is off about that old woman’s visit this time. Keep an eye on her for me, and inform me the moment you notice anything.”
“Alright.”
Aunt Zhang would naturally keep Sylvia’s words in her heart.
With that, Sylvia said, “You can go now.”
“Alright.” Aunt Zhang nodded and went downstairs.
Mrs. Thompson was watching a Kunqu performance, but her thoughts had already drifted far away.
This was a selection from “The Strange Tales.”
It tells the story of a scholar who, in order to save the one he loved, was willing to cut the flesh from his own body to use as a medicinal catalyst.
The opera was singing in a melodious and elongated manner.
It was only after the performance had finished that Mrs. Thompson turned off the television and went upstairs.
Aunt Zhang carried a bowl of bird’s nest soup and went to Mrs. Thompson’s bedroom.The door inside was not closed.
Before she got inside, she could hear Mrs. Thompson’s voice. She was
probably talking to a friend on the phone.
“l met a child who looks very much like Viola.”
“She doesn’t like osmanthus either.’
Upon hearing these words, Aunt Zhang immediately stopped in her tracks.
From Mrs. Thompson’s words, Aunt Zhang could easily deduce that the person she was talking about was Viola Thompson.
Just then, Mrs. Thompson continued, “The only thing is, her birth date and birthmark don’t match up. What do you think, should I get a parent-child identification done?”
Parent-child identification!
Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhangs heart skipped a beat.
No.
She can’t let this old lady get a parent-child identification. What if Viola was really Viola Thompson?
What would happen to Sylvia Thompson?
NO!
She couldn’t let Sylvia Thompson be threatened.
With that thought, Zhang hurriedly went back downstairs.
Half an hour later, Aunt Zhang came back upstairs with some supplements.
That night.
Mrs. Thompson suddenly woke up from her dream.
Though she was covered in sweat, her expression was both shocked and joyful.
“It’s Viola! It must be her!”
She had to go to River City immediately.
Mrs. Thompson had a dream, which combined with the Kunqu opera. Just as the scholar could cut his own flesh to be a medicine guide, the human trafficker could also remove Viola Thompson’s birthmark from her wrist.
Mrs. Thompson even forgot to change her nightclothes and rushed downstairs.
Just as she reached the top of the stairs, her vision suddenly blurred, and she tumbled down the staircase.
Bang bang bang!
Until she rolled down to the last step.
This sudden noise immediately caught the attention of the servants.
They thought it must have been an animal that had knocked something over.
They never expected it to be Mrs. Thompson falling down the stairs.
“Old Madame!’
‘Quick, go call the lady and the eldest young master!” “Nanny Donne, you go call 120.”
The housekeeper calmly instructed the other servants.
Soon, Mary Perryne came downstairs. Seeing Mrs. Thompson in such a state, she was startled, “Mom!”
Mandel Thompson, who had learned some medical knowledge, carefully avoided the injured areas and helped Mrs. Thompson up, “Has 120 been called?”
The housekeeper nodded, “Yes.”
Sylvia Thompson also ran over at that moment. It was obvious that she had just woken up from her sleep, her hair in disarray, “What happened to Grandma?”
Mary Perryne looked up, “Your grandma fell down the stairs.”
Upon hearing this, a barely visible viciousness flashed in Sylvia Thompson’s eyes. A moment later, she tearfully asked, ‘E ls Grandma seriously injured?”
One must admit.
Aunt Zhang did an excellent job with this.
As long as Old Madame dies, there would be no other threats to her in the Thompson Clan.
Falling down from such a high staircase, even if Old Madame didn’t die this time, she would have lost at least half of her life.
Then, Samuel Thompson and Edward Thompson also came downstairs.
Old Madame Thompson had fallen into a deep coma.
Suddenly, the ambulance arrived.
Old Madame Thompson was carried into the ambulance.
The other members of the Thompson family also got into the ambulance.
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The ambulance, with sirens blaring, arrived at the hospital in less than ten minutes. Old Madame Thompson was immediately wheeled into the emergency room.
Mary Perryne anxiously paced back and forth outside the Operating Room.
At that moment, the door to the Operating Room opened, and a doctor in a white coat walked out.
Mary Perryne immediately approached and asked anxiously, “Doctor, how is my mother’s condition?”
The doctor adjusted his glasses, “Old Madame is quite old, so many things can’t be predicted. However, Mrs. Thompson, please rest assured, we will do our best to save her life..
