Chapter 161: 106: Not a fuel-efficient lamp
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Mrs. Sherman and Mrs. Thompson were wartime comrades.
However, the two seemed to give a completely different aura.
Mrs. Thompson had a grand air about her, making people hesitant to act impulsively around her.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to deter the younger generations in the family.
Mrs. Sherman, on the other hand, was kind and amiable, always smiling at everyone.
Elena Williams had initially thought she would see a replica of her mother-in-law.
But things turned out to be very different from what she had imagined.
Elena Williams then said, “Aunt, just call me Elena.”
Mrs. Sherman held Elena’s hand and said, “Sally, your daughter-in-law is really great.”
She had long heard of how Evan Thompson traveled a great distance for love.
Mrs. Sherman had always been curious about what the second daughter-in-law of the Thompson Clan looked like, and today she finally met her.
Although she was already in her forties with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, one could still tell that Elena was very beautiful when she was young.
She did have the charm that made a man travel thousands of miles for her.
Facing her old friend, was filled with feelings and asked, “Renee, have you settled in River City now?”
Although both of them were silver-haired old ladies, it didn’t feel odd at all when they called each other by their names.
Mrs. Sherman laughed and said, “It’s been decades since anyone called me by that name.’
Mrs. Sherman’s maiden name was Renee Joll.
Mrs. Thompson’s maiden name was Sally Bennett.
They had called each other by these names since they were young.
Later, after each of them got married, they went their separate ways, and that separation lasted for decades.
“Me too, I almost forgot I even had a name,” Mrs. Thompson said.
Over the years, wherever she went, she was respectfully called “Mrs.
Her name had not been used for a long time.
Mrs. Sherman laughed as well.
After the laughter, Mrs. Thompson continued to ask, “Did your family’s guy get married?”
She was asking about Mrs. Sherman’s grandson Trevor Sherman.
“Not yet,” Mrs. Sherman replied, “Their generation’s affairs are beyond my control.’
“How old is he now?” Mrs. Thompson asked again.
“Almost thirty,” Mrs. Sherman answered.
Mrs. Thompson smiled, “It’s time for him to find someone.”
Speaking of this issue, Mrs. Thompson had a headache and waved her hand, “He doesn’t like those introduced by the family, but his own choice is no good either!”
“Don’t worry, the young people nowadays are all like that.” Mrs. Thompson held Mrs. Sherman’s hand, “Come on, let’s go in and chat while we eat.” Mrs. Sherman followed her to the dining room.
Although they had not seen each other for decades, they still remembered each other’s favorite foods.
When they ordered dishes they each liked, they smiled knowingly at each other.
Elena thoughtfully poured tea for the two elderly ladies.
After decades apart, the two had endless conversations to catch up on. Mrs. Sherman then asked, “Sally, 1 remember you having a granddaughter,
“Yes,” Mrs. Thompson nodded.
Mrs. Sherman didn’t notice the loneliness in Mrs. Thompson’s eyes, and continued, “How old is she now? How about we become in-laws?” In-laws…
Hearing these words, Mrs. Thompson sighed, “If the child hadn’t gone missing, she would have turned eighteen this year.”
“Missing?” Mrs. Sherman frowned slightly, “Sally, what happened?”
Mrs. Thompson tearfully recounted the story, “All these years, I’ve been dreaming of finding the child.”
Hearing this, Mrs. Sherman held Mrs. Thompson’s hand and comforted her,
“Technology is so advanced now, I’m sure we’ll find the child. Don’t worry.”
As she spoke, it seemed like Mrs. Sherman remembered something and continued, “By the way, I heard from Old Sun that he saw your granddaughter.
“She was adopted by my oldest son and his wife,” Mrs. Thompson answered.
Mrs. Sherman asked, “They even adopted children?”
“Yes,” Mrs. Thompson nodded.
“How is the adopted one?” Mrs. Sherman continued to ask.
Mrs. Thompson shook her head, “After all, she’s not raised by us. She has too many schemes, and I don’t like her.”
As the saying goes, don’t air your dirty laundry in public.
As for the incident with the loquat syrup and pear, Mrs. Thompson, of course, wouldn’t tell outsiders.
Mrs. Sherman nodded in understanding, “It would be fine if she was sensible. But if she’s also scheming, it’s indeed hard to like her.”
Mrs. Thompson continued, “Back then, my eldest son and his wife brought her back without my knowledge. If I had known, I would have stopped them. They were too impulsive! ”
Mrs. Thompson had a hunch that Sylvia Thompson would become a disaster sooner or later.
Mrs. Sherman said, “Don’t blame the child, they were just looking for some emotional support..”