Chapter 259: 127: Mrs. Thompson discovers the truth, Viola is Yan Yan! 2
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“Hmm.” Mrs. Thompson tried hard to calm herself down.
But for some reason, the usually strong old lady couldn’t control her emotions when she saw Viola’s face. She hugged Viola and cried bitterly.
Viola gently patted Mrs. Thompson’s back.
“So, Viola, you must believe in your parents. Maybe they’re looking for you in some corner.”
“Hmm.” Viola nodded slightly.
After a while, Mrs. Thompson’s emotions gradually stabilized, and she raised the corners of her mouth with a smile. “I’m sorry, Viola, for losing control in front of you.”
“It’s okay, Grandma Thompson, I understand.”
Mrs. Thompson sighed softly, “Actually, I’m not the only one who’s sad, your uncles and aunts are even sadder. Especially your uncle, he looks like nothings wrong, but he’s buried his longing in his heart. And your aunt has even become more depressed because of this.”
People who haven’t experienced the pain of losing a loved one can’t understand how it feels.
Many people see this situation and even say casually.
“It’s okay, you still have three sons anyway.”
Every time she heard these words, Mrs. Thompson couldn’t help but want to slap them.
Mrs. Thompson talked about her longing for her granddaughter, and Viola just listened.
She listened very carefully without any impatience.
Viola Thompson was very lucky.
Because she had so many loving family members.
If the original Viola’s family had received the same love, maybe she wouldn’t have had any problems.
Unfortunately.
There are no ifs in this world.
On the other side.
Trevor Sherman was still in the surveillance room.
He just sat there, staring at the screen without blinking.
At this moment, it seemed that Declan suddenly discovered something,
“Pause!”
The assistant immediately pressed the pause button.
Trevor looked at Declan, “Did you find anything?”
Declan pointed at the surveillance screen and said, “Trevor, this girl, doesn’t she look like the beautiful girl we just met at the observation deck? I even took a picture for her and her grandma.”
Upon hearing this, Trevor looked up.
The image was focused on the side profile of a young girl.
Wearing a blue dress.
Though it was just a side profile, it was still very eye-catching and beautiful.
It was Viola.
How come she’s everywhere?
Trevor frowned slightly.
Declan continued, “The beautiful girl also came to throw garbage, and her garbage was smaller. Trevor, maybe the person we’re looking for is really her.”
Although this was just a hypothesis.
But this hypothesis was very likely to be true. “Shall we investigate her?” Declan suggested.
“No need.” Trevor refused.
No one knew Viola better than him.
Viola came to Bright Island because of him, no doubt.
The only thing that puzzled Trevor was how Viola got his itinerary.
At this moment, a phone rang in the air.
Trevor picked up the mobile phone.
It was Mrs. Sherman who called.
The doubts in Trevor’s heart were instantly cleared.
It must have been Nirs. Sherman who told Viola the secret.
Although Trevor was very disgusted with Mrs. Sherman’s plan, she was, after all, his grandmother.
If it weren’t for Nirs. Sherman, there would be no him.
Trevor answered Mrs. Sherman’s call.
“Hello, Grandma.’
“Trevor, have you arrived at Bright Island?”
“Yes.” Trevor replied.
Mrs. Sherman asked with a smile, “So, have you had any romantic encounters?”
Romantic encounters?
Is she referring to Viola?
Trevor’s expression turned cold, “No.”
“No?” Mrs. Sherman’s face was full of doubt, “But that’s impossible, according to…”
Not letting Mrs. Sherman finish, Trevor interrupted her, “Grandma, I have other things to deal with.”
Then, Trevor hung up the phone directly.
Mrs. Sherman looked at the hung-up phone with a depressed face, then looked at the fortune-teller sitting in front of her, and said angrily, “Liar! My grandson said there’s no romantic encounter at all!”
The fortune-teller had a long white beard, and hearing this, he frowned,
“That’s impossible. According to his eight characters, going to Bright Island should definitely bring unexpected gains.”
“Stop lying here! Hmph!” After saying this, Mrs. Sherman turned and left.
The fortune-teller chased after her, “Old sister, please wait!”
“What else do you want to say? Do you want to cheat me out of my money?” As she spoke, Mrs. Sherman tightly held onto her pocket.
She couldn’t let someone cheat her out of her money.
The fortune-teller handed Mrs. Sherman a pen, “Let me do a word test for your grandson..”