Chapter 262: 127: Mrs. Thompson discovers the truth, Vi is Yan Yan! _5


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    If only.


    If only she were truly her granddaughter, how wonderful would that be?


    The happy days are always fleeting.


    Soon, the weekend came.


    Vi Thompson had to get ready to return to River City, as she had sses to attend on Monday.


    Mrs. Thompson also needed to return to Capital City.


    Upon learning that Vi had no rtives nearby, Mrs. Thompson said, “Vi,e to Capital City for the winter break. You can spend the New Year’s holiday at Grandma Thompson’s house. There will be many people and it will be very lively.”


    “Thank you, but I have other things to deal with during the winter break. I’ll visit you in Capital City when I have the time.”


    “Alright,” Mrs. Thompson nodded, “it’s settled then.”


    Mrs. Thompson continued, “The winter break starts next week, right?”


    Vi nodded slightly, “There are five more days of sses.”


    “It’ll be here soon.’


    Winter break wasn’t far off, and neither was the New Year’s holiday.


    Vi took Mrs. Thompson to the airport before leaving.


    Her heart was heavy on the return journey.


    Mrs. Thompson sat in the first-ss seat, her thoughts in disarray.


    She felt as if she had left something important behind in River City.


    She always thought that Vi Thompson was really Vi Thompson.


    But there was no birthmark on Vi’s arm.


    During the days she spent with Vi, she increasingly regarded her as a real granddaughter.


    Mrs. Thompson’s mind was still unsettled even after disembarking the ne, and she didn’t even notice Mary Perryne, who hade to pick her up.


    It wasn’t until Mary called out, “Mom!” that Mrs. Thompson snapped back to attention.


    “Ah, you are here,” she said.


    Mary nodded.


    Mrs. Thompson, not noticing Sylvia Thompson had alsoe, asked in a good mood, “How did you know I wasing back today?”


    “Today is Monday, and Vi has to go to school. I guessed that you would definitely return today.”


    Mrs. Thompson nodded her head.


    “It wasn’t actually me who guessed it,” Mary continued.


    “Then who?” Mrs. Thompson asked.


    Mary smiled and nced to the other side.


    Mrs. Thompson also looked up curiously, and as she did so, the smile in her eyes slowly vanished.


    “Grandma.” Sylvia Thompson, holding a bouquet of flowers, walked over from a short distance away.


    Mrs. Thompson frowned slightly and said to Mary, “Who asked you to arrange the pick-up? It’s more trouble than it’s worth!”


    It would have been better if she hadn’t brought Sylvia along.


    “Mom, just give Sylvia a chance. She has suffered a lot to gain your approval,” Mary said.


    At this point, Sylvia approached and said, “Grandma, wee back.”


    Mrs. Thompson didn’t take the flowers directly but said to Mary, “You hold them for me.’


    “Alright,” Mary immediately took the bouquet from Sylvia’s hands to alleviate the awkwardness.


    It was obvious to Sylvia that after her trip to River City, Mrs. Thompson had changed quite a bit.


    What had she discovered?


    Sylvia squinted her eyes imperceptibly.


    They returned to Thompson Family Manor together.


    Mary had a servant arrange the flowers to be sent to Mrs. Thompson’s room.


    Mrs. Thompson said, “No need. I’m allergic to pollen, so just ce it in the living room.”


    Allergic to pollen?


    Or was it that the person who gave the flowers wrong?


    Sylvia’s downcast eyes were filled with a deste expression.


    She had done everything she could.


    She believed that she had performed no worse than a real granddaughter would.


    But from beginning to end, Mrs. Thompson had never treated her like a real granddaughter.


    In Mrs. Thompson’s heart, Sylvia wasn’t even as good as a stranger.


    Mrs. Thompson could travel a thousand miles to see Vi Thompson.


    If it had been her in River City, even if she had died there, Mrs. Thompson wouldn’t have nced in her direction


    At this thought, a self-mocking expression filled Sylvia’s eyes. She said nothing and turned to walk upstairs.


    Mary wanted to follow and offerfort but didn’t know where to start.


    Only the person who tied the bell can untie it.


    The source of the problem was with Mrs. Thompson, so Mary needed to dispel her misunderstanding of Sylvia.


    “Mom


    As Mary approached Mrs. Thompson, before opening her mouth to say something, Mrs. Thompson replied, “If it’s about that girl, keep your mouth shut. I’m not in the mood to scold anyone today.”


    Mary sighed softly, “Mom, actually, I just wanted to say that since you treat


    Vi so well, it proves that you’re not a hardhearted person.”


    Although Vi and Mrs. Thompson had hit it off, after all, she had not known her for very long.


    But Sylvia had been watched over by Mrs. Thompson as she grew up.


    That kind of bond could never be reced.


    “Can shepare to Vi?” Mrs.. Thompson looked at Mary and said, “l told you, I’m not in the mood to scold anyone today! Are you looking for a scolding?”