Chapter 235: 123: Annoy Viola Thompson, and go play in the mud! _5
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“l don’t think Viola is that kind of person!” said Mary Perryne.
At this moment, Sylvia Thompson walked over, “Little brother, you’ve really misunderstood big sis Viola. She’s genuinely a nice girl; otherwise, grandma wouldn’t like her so much. I’ve never seen grandma like someone this much.” One sentence, two meanings.
On the surface, this sentence was praising Viola, while in reality, it was suggesting that she was manipulative.
If Viola weren’t scheming, she wouldn’t be able to make Mrs. Thompson like her so much.
After all, Mrs. Thompson was a woman with a peculiar temper.
In the end, Sylvia lowered her head sadly, “As for me, no matter how hard 1 try, I can’t get grandma’s love.”
She looked like she was about to cry.
Mary Perryne felt sorry for her and held Sylvia’s hand, “Silly girl, don’t think like that. Your grandma is actually tough on the outside but soft on the inside. She doesn’t hate you.”
Edward Thompson added, “It’s because you’re not as cunning as Viola! If you were even half as cunning as her, you wouldn’t be now.”
Those words stunned Mary Perryne.
Originally, she didn’t think much of it.
Before Mary Perryne had the chance to react, Edward Thompson continued, “Mom, you know what kind of family we are, and you’ve seen how many gold-diggers have tried to marry into the Thompsons over the years. Some even wanted to be with Dad!”
Reaching this point, Edward Thompson paused and then said solemnly, “Sylvia is so well-behaved and sensible, yet she still can’t get grandma’s approval. Viola only came for a short while, and now grandma is so concerned about her. Have you ever really thought about why?”
Stunned, Mary Perryne turned to look at Edward Thompson, “But I really like Viola too! Bob, are you overthinking it?”
She also didn’t think Viola was that kind of person.
“Why do you think you like Viola?” Edward Thompson asked.
Mary Perryne shook her head, “l don’t know, I just inexplicably like her. I feel like we have a connection.’
“The fact that you like her for no reason is a serious issue. It means Viola must have used some tactics. Anyway, Viola is definitely not a simple girl. You should be careful with her in the future, and try to persuade grandma. Our family can’t be tainted by people like her!”
Mary Perryne stood there in a daze, recalling her encounters with Viola.
Could it be that this was a calculated encounter?
Was Viola really such a scheming girl?
Seeing that the mood was just right, Sylvia took Mary Perryne’s hand and said, “Mom, don’t listen to my brothers nonsense! Sis Viola is not that kind of person!”
Looking at the innocent Sylvia, Edward Thompson helplessly shook his head.
Just as Viola stepped out of the door, she saw a Maybach parked outside.
A man was leaning against the car door.
With a cigarette pinched in his left hand, he took a drag.
His thin lips held the cigarette, the tendrils of smoke obscuring his face,
Wearing a black trench coat, the autumn breeze carried a hint of chill. His entire being exuded an imposing aura that warned strangers to stay away.
If someone who didn’t know him saw this, they wouldn’t believe that this person was the good-for-nothing River City residents all talked about.
When he noticed Viola, Terrence Lentz hastily extinguished the cigarette on a nearby garbage bin.
In the early autumn of Capital City, the fallen leaves blanketed the ground in yellow. Without the sun, the temperature could drop below freezing.
Today, the Capital City had no sun.
“Cold.” Viola nodded. She had a cold constitution, so just a slight chill would
make her hands and feet icy cold.
As if performing a magic trick, Terrence Lentz pulled a cup of hot Milk Tea from his coat pocket, “Here.”
Seeing the milk tea, Viola’s eyes curved into a smile as she reached out to accept it.
In reality, a girl’s happiness is quite simple.
Ice cream in the scorching summer.
Hot milk tea in the freezing winter.
After handing her the milk tea, Terrence Lentz opened the passenger door of the car.
Viola leaned in and got into the car.
The car’s engine was still running, and the air conditioning was set to a comfortable temperature.
As soon as she got in, Viola took off her coat and found a comfortable sitting position, leaning against the chair.
“How is Grandpa Lentz today?” Viola asked after taking a sip of milk tea. “His condition is manageable, just a bit sleepier than the past two days.”
Viola nodded slightly, “Let’s go to the hospital first.”
It was quite a distance from the Thompson Family Manor to the hospital.
Not until an hour later, did the car finally pull up at the entrance of the hospital.
When Viola arrived at the hospital room, Patriarch Lentz had just awoken.
Seeing Viola, Patriarch Lentz smiled and said, “Viola is here!”