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Chapter 254 - 254: 126: Boss treatment_3
Chapter 254 - 254: 126: Boss treatment_3
Chapter 254: 126: Boss treatment_3
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“Sylvia is right,” Edward continued, “Mom, even if we can’t find Viola again, you still have Sylvia.”
Sylvia is so filial and good to Mary; there’s no difference between her and a biological daughter.
Actually, Mary doesn’t really need to be so persistent in finding Viola.
Is blood relationship that important?
Can’t find her!
Upon hearing these three words, Mary’s expression suddenly changed, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Brandon frowned slightly and looked at Edward, “Shut up!’
Then he looked at Mary and smiled, “Mom, don’t listen to Bob’s nonsense. As long as we don’t give up, we’ll find my sister one day. We’re still waiting for her to come back and take a family portrait together.”
Usually, the mention of a Family portrait would fill Mary’s eyes with anticipation.
But today, Brandon’s words did not comfort Mary at all.
Edward quickly corrected himself, “Mom, I was just joking with you!’
Mary suddenly lost all feelings, stood up, and walked upstairs.
Sylvia also stood up.
“You don’t have to follow me,” Mary said.
She wanted some time alone.
Sylvia looked at Mary’s back and wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and eventually said nothing.
As Mary left, only the three siblings remained in the living room.
Brandon looked at Edward, “Can’t you control your mouth?”
In recent days, Mary’s mood had obviously improved a lot.
But now…
Edward was speechless, “How would I know Mom is so fragile?”
It was just a random sentence; there was no need for Mary to react like that.
“Actually, I’m to blame for this,” Sylvia said with some guilt, “If I could do better, maybe Mom wouldn’t miss my sister so much.”
“It has nothing to do with you; you’ve done enough,” Edward said.
Sylvia lowered her head in self-blame.
Brandon looked at Sylvia and said nothing.
A moment later, he continued, “If Viola is the apple of Mom’s eye, both of you should be more careful with your words and actions in the future, so as not to make her sad.’
“Mmhmm,”
Sylvia lowered her head, her eyes showing an indescribable expression.
Little sister.
If Viola was the little sister, then what was she?
An outsider?
The pain in her heart was suffocating.
River City.
Viola took Mrs. Thompson to the island for a beach trip.
The two boarded a speedboat to the island.
Now that it was winter, the number of tourists coming to River City had obviously increased, and there were no empty seats on the speedboat, which could accommodate two hundred people.
Viola wore a blue dress and a straw hat. Although her attire was simple, she was stunning.
Against the backdrop of the blue sky and the sea, such an expansive and atmospheric scene seemed dull in front of her.
It made the other tourists in the cabin keep glancing back.
A young man approached Viola with his cell phone, “Beauty, can I add you on WhatsApp?”
“Sorry, my phone is out of battery,” she politely declined.
The man understood her meaning and regretfully returned to his seat. Mrs. Thompson held Viola’s hand, “Viola, let’s go to the deck and have a look.” “Okay,” Viola nodded slightly and followed Mrs. Thompson to the deck.
Standing on the deck, feeling the sea breeze, one could get a more direct sense of the vastness of the sea.
Mrs. Thompson hadn’t seen the sea in many years, and asked, “Viola, do you know how I felt the first time I saw the sea?”
“What did it feel like?” Viola asked.
Mrs. Thompson said, “The sea is much bigger than the dam at the entrance of our village.”
“By the way, do you know what a dam is?”
Viola nodded slightly, “Yes, I grew up in the countryside, too.” Hearing this, Mrs. Thompson looked at Viola in surprise.
She hadn’t expected Viola to have grown up in the village.
Viola’s manners, speech, and elegance were always on display, and every frown and smile were full of charm. Mrs. Thompson had thought that she was a wealthy daughter raised with great care and expense.
Who would have thought…
Viola continued, “When I was young, I grew up with my grandmother. Back then, life was simple but truly happy.”
Thinking of the past, Viola’s eyes curved into a smile.
Unfortunately, time had been cruel.
The past could only live on in memories.
“What about… your grandmother?” Mrs. Thompson hesitated, then asked.
“She passed away this spring.”
Her voice was soft, so soft it was almost inaudible.
Mrs. Thompson didn’t know what to say to comfort her; she gently held Viola’s hand, “It’s okay, Viola. Your grandmother is just with you in another way..”