Chapter 208: 119: Grandparent and Grandchild Meeting_4
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Patriarch Lentz said, “Sons and daughters are all the same. Next Thursday, I will have the lawyer settle everything, and all of you must be present.”
Lilly White wanted to say something else angrily, but Zane stopped her in time.
Forget it. Forget it.
Since Harlan Lentz didn’t object, there was no need for them to be petty and calculative.
Patriarch Lentz looked at Terrence Lentz and continued, “Terence, it’s Viola’s first time in Capital City, make sure to take her out for a good stroll later.”
“Okay.” Terrence Lentz nodded slightly.
“Alright, you can all go now, I’m tired.” Patriarch Lentz said wearily.
Lilly White and Bianca Lentz almost simultaneously said, “Dad, I’ll stay to take care of you.”
After that, the two looked at each other, and at last, both snorted in their hearts.
Patriarch Lentz waved his hand, “l have the caregiver already, all of you leave!”
The group left the ward.
Terrence Lentz looked at Viola Thompson, “I’ll take you to Little South Street for a walk, alright?”
“Alright.” Viola Thompson nodded slightly.
Little South Street was a very ancient street with a history of over five hundred years.
Ginkgo trees were planted on both sides of the street. It was early autumn, and the ginkgo leaves were beginning to turn yellow. A gentle breeze stirred a shower of ginkgo leaves, making for a beautiful scene.
Terrence Lentz parked the car nearby.
The two walked to Little South Street.
On the other side of Little South Street,
Mary Perryne supported Mrs. Thompson, and they also came to enjoy the autumn.
Sylvia Thompson followed the pair closely.
“Grandma, there’s a good pancake shop up ahead. You like pastries, don’t you? I’ll go buy some for you.” Sylvia Thompson said with a smile.
Without waiting for Mrs. Thompson to reply, Sylvia Thompson walked towards the shop.
Mrs. Thompson frowned slightly, looking at Mary Perryne. “I’ve told you not to bring her along. Why can’t you just let me have some peace?” “Mom, you have too much prejudice against Sylvia.” Mary Perryne said.
“It’s not that I’m prejudiced; I’ve never liked her at all!” Mrs. Thompson continued, “Have you forgotten that you have a biological daughter?” Mary Perryne sighed.
She was always thinking about her own biological daughter.
But fate plays tricks on people.
Although Sylvia Thompson was not her own, Mary Perryne hoped that Mrs. Thompson would be fair to Sylvia.
Mary Perryne followed, “Mom, since I adopted Sylvia, I have to take responsibility for her.”
“It’s your adoption, not mine! Did I agree when you adopted her? So, how you treat her has nothing to do with me, but how I treat her, that’s my business!” Mrs. Thompson angrily said, “What right do you have to demand from me!”
Even now, Mrs. Thompson was still resentful about her son’s adoption of Sylvia Thompson.
If she had died, it would have been fine.
If she could still live to see her granddaughter, how was she supposed to explain to her?
Mary Perryne frowned slightly, “Mom, I don’t expect you to treat her any better; I just want you to be fair to her.”
“Am I unfair to her? Did I abuse her?” Mrs. Thompson retorted.
Mary Perryne sighed, knowing that she couldn’t win against her mother-in-law, and stopped talking.
Time passed, minute by minute.
Sylvia Thompson hadn’t come back yet, and Mary Perryne was getting anxious. “Mom, wait here for a moment, I’ll go check.”
“Go ahead.” Mrs. Thompson said.
Mary Perryne headed towards the pastry shop.
Mrs. Thompson found a chair and prepared to sit down and rest for a moment.
At that moment,
She caught a glimpse of a figure in the crowd.
The young girl looked about seventeen or eighteen, with a tall figure, wearing a pink sweater jacket, looking tender and lovely, with a hint of seductive charm.
Mrs. Thompson squinted her eyes.
It was rare for her to stare at a stranger for so long.
It just felt like this child was somewhat familiar…
The more she looked, the more intimate she felt.
Sylvia Thompson came out with the pancakes and saw this scene. She followed Mrs. Thompson’s gaze and narrowed her eyes, with alarms ringing in her heart.
Viola Thompson.
Why was it her?
“Grandma, I’ve brought the pancake back. Try it while it’s hot.” Sylvia Thompson walked over, blocking Mrs. Thompson’s view..
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