Go find Viola Thompson!
Damn the old woman!
What the hell does she want?
She hasn't even known Viola for a month, yet she treats her this well. Does she favor an outsider over her own granddaughter?
Simply laughable.
Sylvia Thompson sneered, pretending not to care, "Viola's also in River City, mom, you could reach out to her and have her accompany grandma."
Mary Perryne nodded, "Your grandma's already at Viola's house."
At this, Mary chuckled, "I really like that girl, Viola, not just your grandma."
She 'really likes' Viola?
Then what am I to her?
Hearing this, Viola felt a wave of sorrow wash over her.
She wondered, after all these years, what was she in the eyes of the Thompson family?
Pitiful, regrettable!
Sylvia kept up the pretense of indifference, continuing, "Actually, I feel the same way as you do. I have this special fondness for Viola, always unconsciously edging towards her."
"Really?" Mary Perryne asked.
"Mmhmm."
