Kapitel 225: 123: Like a grandmother

The young girl walking behind Mary Perryne had hair that reached her waist, a black beret atop her head, her lips as red as cherry and teeth as white as jade. Despite her natural beauty, she had an enamoring allure that was disorienting. She wore black skinny jeans and a loose white sweater, emphasizing her thin and elongated legs.

She followed behind Mary Perryne, her vibrant and gentle laughter creating an especially harmonious picture. They looked like mother and daughter, their interaction completely natural.

It was...

Viola Thompson.

Realization dawned on Sylvia Thompson and the color drained from her face.

How... how could this be?

Wasn't Mary Perryne's guest supposed to be a financial magnate?

Why did Viola Thompson come uninvited?

At that moment, Mary Perryne joyfully said, "Sylvia, look who's here!"

Sylvia finally snapped out of her shock, "Sister Viola."

Viola Thompson flashed her a small smile, "Miss Thompson."