Looking at Mrs. Thompson like this, Mary Perryne was very puzzled.
She did not understand why Mrs. Thompson would rather like a stranger than accept Sylvia Thompson.
Could it be, as Edward Thompson had said, that Viola Thompson had used some cunning?
Thinking of this, Mary Perryne slightly furrowed her brows.
But Viola didn't seem like that kind of person.
As Mary Perryne thought about it, she walked towards the back garden.
She planned to go to the garden to catch some breeze and calm down.
"Mom."
Edward Thompson came up from behind.
"What's wrong?" Mary Perryne turned around.
Edward Thompson continued, "By now, you should know what kind of person Viola is, right?"
"What do you mean?" Mary Perryne frowned slightly.
"Just follow me."
Curious, Mary Perryne followed Edward Thompson's footsteps.
Edward Thompson led her to Samuel Thompson's art studio.
Curious, she asked, "Why have you brought me here?"
