FULL NOVELXO Chapter 117 - 117: 094: Almighty Lingling
Chapter 117: 094: Almighty Lingling
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Upon seeing the two characters “Viola Thompson,” Sylvia Thompson’s hand trembled.
Her blood was coursing in reverse.
It really existed.
Although Sylvia had been mentally prepared for Mandel Thompson to find Viola one day, she never thought that day would come so soon.
Sylvia took a deep breath, then pulled out Viola’s information.contemporary romance
It was only a piece of paper, but Sylvia felt its weight like a thousand pounds.
At this moment, her heart was struggling, her eyes turning slightly red.
Even an iron heart has three points of softness.
Let alone her.
She thought of the tears Mary Perryne shed over the years to find Viola, as well as the countless times she saw Sawyer Thompson pacing downstairs late at night.
Sylvia tried to put down the information.
Just by putting it down, the Thompson family could reunite.
However, she couldn’t bear to do so.
She had been in the Thompson Clan for eighteen years, calling Sawyer
Thompson and Mary Perryne her parents, and dedicating herself to filial piety.
Over the past eighteen years, she had considered Sawyer Thompson and Mary Perryne as her birth parents, without any duplicity.
Whenever Sawyer Thompson and Mary Perryne fell ill, she took care of them…
Where was Viola at these times?
Why should Viola get all these things without putting in any effort?
This was utterly unfair to her.
Even before Viola returned, the Thompson Family had already begun to neglect her. If they found Viola, would there still be a place for her in the Thompson Clan?
Therefore.
Don’t blame her.
She had no choice.
She was forced to do it!
Sylvia narrowed her eyes, and her gaze grew firm.
The position as the Young Miss Thompson Family was hers.
Nobody could take it away.
With this thought, Sylvia resolutely pulled out the information and left Niandel Thompson’s room.
As she closed the door, Sylvia let out a deep breath.
As long as she existed.
Viola would never be able to return to her roots.
Sylvia returned to her room, opened the bathroom door, took out a lighter, and set the information in her hand on fire.
Soon.
The black-and-white information turned into ashes and was flushed out of the toilet.
Everything returned to the starting point.
Sylvia glanced at the flushed ashes with a smirk at the corner of her mouth.
Knock, knock, knock.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Sylvia tidied her hair, restored her usual appearance, and went to open the door.
The door opened.
Mary Perryne smiled at Sylvia, “Sylvia, are you asleep yet?”
“I’m not,” Sylvia opened the door wider, “Mom, come on in.”
Marv Perrvne nodded and stepped into the room.
“Mom, is there something you need?” Sylvia looked at Mary Perryne.
Having called Mary Perryne “mom” for so many years, Sylvia knew her very well.
Her coming to Sylvia’s room so late meant she must have something to tell her.
And Mary Perryne couldn’t keep things hidden.
Everything showed on her face.
Hearing this, Mary Perryne nodded, “Yes, it’s something.”
Sylvia handed Mary Perryne a glass of water, “Mom, this is Jasmine tea I just made. It helps with sleep and relaxation.”
Sylvia was always so thoughtful.
Mary Perryne felt warmth in her heart as she took the cup and sipped the tea.
The faint jasmine flavor.
It was delightful and enjoyable.
Although she was used to green tea, occasionally having a sip of jasmine tea was also very pleasant.
“You’ve made it just right,” Mary Perryne praised Sylvia.
Sylvia laughed, “Like mother, like daughter. You’re so good at making tea,
Mom. I can’t be too far behind.’
Hearing this, Mary Perryne was overjoyed.
Sometimes she thought.
If Sylvia were Viola, how wonderful it would be!
Unfortunately.
She was not.
Her Viola had not been found…
Sylvia brought over a plate of pastries, “l just made these. Try them, Mom. I just sent some to my elder brother.”
Mary Perryne took a bite of the pastry.
“It tastes very good.”
“Then have some more,” Sylvia looked at Mary Perryne, “You’ve lost weight these days.”
Mary Perryne nodded, “Okay.”
After eating another pastry, Mary Perryne looked up at Sylvia, exclaiming, “My Sylvia has grown into a young lady now.”
When she first saw Sylvia eighteen years ago, she was just a baby.
She was so small.
Just like her Viola.
Whenever she thought of the events from eighteen years ago, Mary Perryne couldn’t help but shed tears.
“Mom,” Sylvia immediately handed a tissue to Mary Perryne, “Are you thinking about my sister again?”
Mary Perryne took the tissue, “I’m just feeling a little emotional..”
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