Chapter 226: 123: Like a grandmother_2
Translator: 549690339
Even some relatives would take out postcards and notebooks as soon as they saw him, asking for his autograph.
But this young girl in front of him had no reaction at all.
“Do you know who I am?” Edward Thompson asked again.
Viola was dumbfounded before asking, “Have we met somewhere before?”
Hearing this, Edward was quite frustrated.
Had he become a washed-up actor just as his career took off?
Logically, Viola shouldn’t be clueless about him.
Samuel Thompson chuckled beside them.
“Viola, don’t bother with him,” Samuel said. “He’s been a narcissist for years.”
Mary Perryne laughed and said, “Right, right, don’t pay him any attention, Viola. Come sit and have some fruit. Take anything you like, and don’t be shy. Make yourself at home.”
“Thank you, Aunt Thompson.”
“Don’t mention it!” Mary peeled a banana and handed it to Viola. “Here, eat this banana; it’s very sweet.”
Edward was questioning his life. He stared at Viola and said, “No, sister, you really don’t recognize me?”
Viola blinked lightly. “Hmm, I do know you.”
Edward breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Viola had to recognize him.
He had appeared in so many movies, and his ads were everywhere on the streets. How could Viola not know him?
If Viola really didn’t know him, he would have wasted so many years in the entertainment industry!
Samuel, eager to stir up trouble, asked, “Sister, when did you meet him?” “Just now, ” Viola replied.
Edward: “…” Her reply caused no harm, but it was extremely insulting.
Samuel chuckled uncontrollably.
This sister was so straightforward and unafraid to speak her mind.
A dejected look crossed Edward’s face.
He had truly failed, given that there were people who didn’t recognize him. After the introductions, Brandon checked his watch and said, “Mom, I still have some matters to deal with at the office.’
Knowing her son was incredibly busy, Mary nodded. “Go ahead.” Brandon looked at Viola. “Sorry, Viola, I have to leave first.”
“Brother Thompson. you’re too polite.”
After Brandon left, Mary looked upstairs, puzzled. “Why hasn’t Sylvia come downstairs yet?”
Sylvia Thompson stood at Mrs. Thompson’s door, her heart filled with mixed emotions and her face full of unwillingness. She didn’t want Mrs. Thompson to see Viola.
What if Mrs. Thompson discovered something?
But now, what reason did she have to stop Mrs. Thompson from seeing Viola?
Sylvia raised her hand hesitantly but put it down again, finally turning to head downstairs.
As she reached the railing of the spiral staircase, Sylvia saw an infuriating scene.
Downstairs, the family of three appeared to be getting along extremely well.
Even Edward, who had declared that he only had one sister in his life, was calling Viola “sister” without any hesitation.
If Viola really was the long-lost daughter of the Thompson Clan, would there be a place for Sylvia in the family?
Sylvia’s hand tightly gripped the railing, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
Viola couldn’t be Viola Thompson.
Sylvia swallowed hard and tried to calm herself down.
Just then, Aunt Zhang’s voice came from behind her.
Sylvia turned around.
“Madam asked me to come and find you.”
Sylvia wanted to vent her anger at Aunt Zhang, but she held it in, whispering, “Do you know who that girl downstairs is?”
Aunt Zhang looked downstairs.
She only knew that Viola was a guest invited by Mary Perryne.
Before Aunt Zhang could speak, Sylvia continued, “Her name is Viola, and she’s the same age as me. She’s an orphan with a scar on her arm, and she’s from
“Yes, she’s from River City.”
At the last sentence, Aunt Zhang’s heart skipped a beat.
Same age as Sylvia… and from River City!
Could it be… could she be Viola Thompson?
“Miss?” Aunt Zhang looked at Sylvia.
Sylvia smiled coldly. “See, this is why you should be afraid.”
Aunt Zhang didn’t say anything.
Sylvia continued, “Why didn’t you consider this before? Have you ever thought about what will happen to me if she really is Viola Thompson? Where will I go?”
“No, no,” Aunt Zhang comforted her. “There’s no way it’s a coincidence. She’s definitely not Viola Thompson.”
Viola Thompson was already dead.
A dead person couldn’t threaten Sylvia’s position.
“Haven’t you noticed that she and Mary look alike?” Sylvia asked again.
Aunt Zhang looked at Viola once more.
At first glance, she didn’t think the two looked alike. At least when she first saw Viola, she didn’t find any similarities between her and Mary..