As long as Viola Thompson exists,
the Thompson family will never consider her as their own daughter.
At this point, Mary Perryne sighed, "Sylvia, Mom knows how hard it has been for you these days, but rest assured, in my heart, you'll always be the best daughter."
She couldn't change Mrs. Thompson's mind, but she could change herself.
As a mother, she had already lost one daughter, and she wouldn't hurt the other one's feelings again.
"Thank you, Mom." Sylvia Thompson hugged Mary Perryne tightly.
Little did she know,
From the angle Mary Perryne couldn't see, the depths of Sylvia's eyes were full of malice.
A moment later, Mary Perryne let go of Sylvia and whispered comfortingly, "It's okay, don't cry anymore, let's go home."
"Okay." Sylvia's lips lifted with a resolute smile, "Mom, don't worry. No matter how grandma treats me, I will never blame her. She is always my elder and my dearest grandma."
Seeing Sylvia like this, Mary Perryne felt incredibly relieved.
