Chapter 233: 123: Annoy Viola Thompson, and go play in the mud! _3
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But actually, it wasn’t.
Mulling it over, Edward Thompson continued, “Borden, don’t think people are too kind, don’t think of Viola as a good person.”
Having said that, Edward Thompson turned and walked away.
Watching his back, Borden Thompson was speechless.
The hubbub had made him forget his original purpose.
He was intending to remind Edward to keep a distance from Sylvia.
Mrs. Thompson was offering Viola some fruits.
“Viola, try this jabuticaba. It’s so sweet.” Viola took the jabuticaba and took a bite.
“Is it good?” Mrs. Thompson asked.
“It’s delicious.” Viola nodded.
Mrs. Thompson immediately had the maid wash more and bring them over.
Sitting aside, Sylvia squinted at them.
Viola was such a smooth operator.
She had never seen Mrs. Thompson be so fond of anyone.
But when she thought about it, it seemed normal.
Viola was just a small town girl after all.
Before now, she probably never had expensive jabuticaba. Given the chance to get close to the wealthy Thompson Clan, it was natural for her to try so hard to please Mrs. Thompson.
Who can resist such overwhelming wealth?
Mrs. Thompson turned around to get more fruit for Viola and unexpectedly locked eyes with Sylvia, her unpleasant gaze was snake-like, which somewhat disgusted Mrs. Thompson.
Adept at giving others the creeps, she is devoid of the expected grace of a wealthy family.
Mrs. Thompson gave Viola a piece of watermelon and continued, “Viola, how are you getting along with Sylvia?”
“Well, it’s okay.” Viola responded truthfully.
She didn’t want to lie to Mrs. Thompson.
“It’s normal to be so-so,” Mrs. Thompson gently patted Viola’s hand, her voice softening, “you and she are not of the same ilk.”
If Sawyer Thompson and Mary Perryne had adopted Viola, she wouldn’t have been despised.
Mrs. Thompson didn’t say anymore, and then asked, “By the way, Viola, where do you live in River city? Leave me your address. Grandma will come and visit you. Don’t think I’m too old, in my mind, I’m always eighteen. Let’s go out for hot pot and milk tea!”
As for the other things, Viola didn’t care much, but when she heard the word
“milk tea”, her eyes immediately brightened. “Alright! Grandma, I’ll treat you to the best milk tea in River City.”
“Let’s make a pinky promise!” Mrs. Thompson immediately extended her little finger.
Everyone says that old people can be like children. Mrs. Thompson, in her eighties, was just like a little girl.
Viola also extended her little finger.
Mrs. Thompson laughed and said, “A hundred years’ pact on a pinky, never to be changed.”
“Whoever breaks it is a little bastard.” Viola joined in.
An old woman and a young girl, chatting and laughing, the scene was extraordinarily warm, even inducing a slight curve on the corner of Borden’s mouth.
A moment ago he was distraught due to a lack of inspiration.
He already had excellent material.
Sylvia Thompson looked up at Borden, her eyes brimming with resentment.
There was no more room for her in this family.
All the attention now belonged to Viola.
Viola Thompson was a bitch!
In the afternoon, Viola proposed to say goodbye.
Mrs. Thompson was quite reluctant to let her go, “Viola, stay for dinner before you leave.”
Mary Perryne also felt that the day had gone by too quickly, “Your grandma is right, Viola, stay for dinner and then leave. I’ll have the driver drop you home after dinner.’
Looking at Mrs. Thompson and Mary Perryne’s reluctance to let go, Edward Thompson frowned slightly.
He also felt that their actions were a bit inappropriate.
After all, Mrs. Thompson had her own granddaughter, so did Mary Perryne.
Inviting someone else’s daughter to stay was a bit out of place.
Viola’s tactics were truly clever.
If things were allowed to keep going this way, they were going to be played by Viola.
Edward Thompson frowned imperceptibly.
“Grandma, Aunt Thompson, next time I will stay for dinner. For now, I really have to leave.’
Hearing that Viola had other things to do, Mrs. Thompson didn’t insist on her staying. It seemed she suddenly remembered something, “Viola, let’s add each other on WhatsApp. When I go to River City, 1 can get in touch with you in advance.’
When Mrs. Thompson said she was going to visit Viola in River City, she meant it.
It’s hard to find a confidant in life.
Even though there was a gulf between their ages, communication between them was free of barriers.
Viola took out her phone, “Let me scan your code..”