Bastard.
A light and fluttering adjective, yet it made Sylvia Thompson's face turn as pale as a sheet.
She hated it most when people called her that.
Just because she was the Thompson Clan's adopted daughter, that gave others the right to insult her like this!
Strangers were one thing.
But now, even Edward Thompson had said it!
Everyone makes mistakes.
She had only made one mistake.
Why couldn't Edward Thompson forgive her?
Edward had even forgiven Viola Thompson!
So what, just because Viola was his real sister?
Why was life so unfair to her?
Sylvia's tears started streaming down her face like strings of broken beads.
Having said these words, Edward turned around and walked away.
The police behind him followed.
He left the detention center after a long while.
Her eyes, filled with malice, flared under the blinding sunlight as she shielded her eyes with her hand.
This time.
Edward Thompson must die!
Only when Edward is gone can this matter finally come to an end.
