Upon hearing that, Lady Thompson's eyes were filled with regret.
Even though she had been mentally prepared, she was still very sad.
Over the years, she had been constantly missing her daughter.
But fortunately, she still had Sylvia Thompson.
Although Sylvia was not her biological child, she raised her with her own hands, "Sylvia, thank you."
"Mom, what are you talking about!" Sylvia held Lady Thompson's hand, "I am your daughter, and it's my duty to do all this. I hope even more than you to find my sister soon, so our family can be reunited."
Hearing this, Lady Thompson hugged Sylvia tightly and began to cry.
Sylvia patted Lady Thompson's back gently to comfort her while a faint light flashed in her eyes, which Lady Thompson couldn't see.
At that moment, she was even sadder than Lady Thompson.
Why.
Why couldn't Lady Thompson treat her as her own daughter?
She had been with Lady Thompson for eighteen years, while the other Viola had been with her for just a few days?
