Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot - Chapter 338: 136: Mrs. Thompson’s domineering abuse of scum!_5

Chapter 338: 136: Mrs. Thompson’s domineering abuse of scum!_5

[I have a feeling that this top student sister is not as simple as she seems. It’s clear that grandma is just trying to clarify things, but it seems she’s doing it intentionally.]

Sylvia Thompson naturally saw Mrs. Thompson’s response as well.

Having lived in the Thompson Clan for so many years, this was the first time Sylvia found out that Mrs. Thompson also used Facebook, and that she had been registered for over ten years.

However, she wasn’t even on Mrs. Thompson’s followers list.

What was Mrs. Thompson trying to imply?

Sylvia noticed this problem, and so did her followers.

Some suspected Mrs. Thompson of playing favorites and sent Sylvia private messages to comfort her.

Sylvia bit her lip.

Her heart had completely turned cold.

Mrs. Thompson could choose not to follow her, but she couldn’t be so heartless. Sylvia clicked on Mrs. Thompson’s Facebook and followed her.

In just a few minutes, Mrs. Thompson’s followers had increased to over a hundred thousand.

As Mrs. Thompson was chatting with Viola Thompson, she hadn’t realized she gained so many followers.

“Grandma, do you remember what you had for lunch the day you fell down the stairs?”

“It seems like it was the noodles I made myself! Viola, why are you asking this?”FiNd 𝒖pd𝒂tes on n(𝒐)/v𝒆l𝒃𝒊n(.)c𝒐m

Mrs. Thompson remembered it so vividly because that day was a special day. Every year on that day, she would cook a bowl of noodles for herself.

Viola narrowed her eyes slightly.

It seemed that Chef Wang’s memory was correct; Mrs. Thompson had indeed cooked the noodles herself that day.

“What about breakfast and lunch? Did you eat with everyone else?” Viola continued to ask.

“Yes.” Mrs. Thompson nodded.

“Aside from regular meals, did you eat anything else, such as supplements?” Viola continued.

“No,” Mrs. Thompson responded urgently, “Viola, what happened? Why are you asking these questions?”

Viola told her the truth, “My big brother and I suspect that your fall down the stairs wasn’t an accident, but rather a deliberate act.”

Mrs. Thompson frowned, “But I really didn’t eat anything else that day, so nobody could have poisoned me, right?”

When the word “poison” came up, Mrs. Thompson’s eyebrows twitched.

She had been through violent shootings, but never these heart-wrenching intrigues.

The act of poisoning was something she had only seen in TV dramas.

Viola asked again, “Did you ever leave the kitchen while cooking the noodles?”

Mrs. Thompson tried her best to recall the events of that day.

She couldn’t remember it too clearly.

“I think… I think I didn’t,” Mrs. Thompson tried to recall, “I only remember that I had a dream that night, and it was because of this dream that I suddenly realized that you were Viola.”

Viola frowned slightly, “So, no one else knew about it before you fell down the stairs?”

“Yes,” Mrs. Thompson continued, “I was about to tell your parents about it when I fell down the stairs. I don’t know if it was because I was too excited?”

After speaking, Mrs. Thompson said, “We don’t have any evidence right now, so we can’t suspect anyone blindly. But if your suspicion is true, I think it must be related to Sylvia. After all, she’s the one who least welcomes you in this family!”

“Oh, and your good-for-nothing little brother!” Mrs. Thompson continued, “Though he’s a bit of a bastard, he shouldn’t be capable of harming me!”

Mrs. Thompson knew Edward Thompson very well.

Mrs. Thompson held Viola’s hand and continued, “You don’t know how much like a dog to shit he becomes when he sees Sylvia!”

Upon hearing this, Viola couldn’t help but chuckle.

What a choice of words from the old lady.

“Viola, don’t laugh, I’m serious!” Mrs. Thompson continued, “Anyway, keep an eye on your little brother too. He’s not the smartest. I’m afraid he might do something stupid in a moment of confusion.”

Mrs. Thompson was a fair and just person, she spoke with facts.

Although Edward Thompson was also her grandson, she wouldn’t shield him due to blood ties.

“Alright.”

Mrs. Thompson looked at Viola, the affection in her eyes barely concealed.

Her granddaughter was just too lovely for words!

In the living room.

Edward Thompson held a catnip stick and carefully approached Mantou, “Mantou, come eat this.”

Mantou crouched like a “hen,” eyes wide open, and looked vigilantly at Edward, the culprit.

Edward felt guilty and whispered, “I’m sorry about last time; it wasn’t intentional. Will you forgive me?”