Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Mary Perryne was also very anxious, “Aunt Zhang, what exactly happened?”

Aunt Zhang shook her head, “I’m not sure about the details, but I know Miss Viola had just taken a bowl of cough-relief soup for Mrs. Thompson. Then I heard Miss Viola crying and… ‘

“What else?” Mary asked.

Aunt Zhang continued, “Mrs. Thompson’s angry scold.”

Mary sighed.

No one knew what Sylvia did today that made Mrs. Thompson so angry.

The couple quickly went to Mrs. Thompson’s room.

As they entered, they saw Sylvia standing there, crying like raindrops on pear blossoms, while Mrs. Thompson stood tall and imposing.

Seeing Sawyer Thompson and Mary Perryne entering, Mrs. Thompson scolded angrily, “Look at the good daughter you two have raised!”

“Mom, what’s going on?” Sawyer asked.

Without waiting for Mrs. Thompson to speak, Sylvia cried out, “It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault…..”

Seeing Sylvia not only failing to realize her fault but also pretending to be pitiful for sympathy, Mrs. Thompson’s anger was even greater.

Mary was from an aristocratic family, usually knowledgeable and well-mannered. How did Sylvia, who had been raised by her, become like this now!

Not an ounce of bearing from a well-bred young lady.

“What exactly happened?” Sawyer said with a stern face, looking at Sylvia.

Sylvia didn’t speak. She just cried with her head hung low.

“Your good daughter wants to murder me!” Mrs. Thompson said.

“Mom?” Sawyer looked at Mrs. Thompson in surprise.

He was always very busy. Though he didn’t give Sylvia enough attention or know her well, he somehow knew that Sylvia was not the kind who could plot to murder her grandmother.

“Did you misunderstand something?” Mary asked.

Mrs. Thompson pointed to the soup bowl and said, “Ask her what she added to the soup.”

“What did you add?” Sawyer looked at Sylvia.

“…Pear…”

Hearing this, Sawyer sighed in relief.

Seeing Mrs. Thompson’s attitude, he thought that Sylvia might have added some poison to the soup.’

It’s just a piece of pear.

Mary was the first to respond, “Mom, you’re allergic to pears.”

Mrs. Thompson continued, “If I hadn’t smelled it just now and drank it directly, I would probably be lying in an ambulance now.” Mrs. Thompson’s allergic reactions were very serious, and they could even be life-threatening if she consumed too much.

“Do you think she’s trying to murder me?” Mrs. Thompson asked.

Sylvia shook her head helplessly, “I didn’t know, I really didn’t know… I just saw grandma coughing constantly, so I wanted her to get better soon, so I stewed some Loquat Syrup.”

Sylvia looked as innocent as could be.

The Thompson Family hadn’t told her about Mrs. Thompson’s pear allergy; she had only heard the servants discussing it.

Seeing Sylvia cry so pitifully, Sawyer turned to Mary, “Did you ever tell Sylvia about Mom’s pear allergy?”

“No.” Mary shook her head.

She had only emphasized it to the servants in the house.

As she finished speaking, Mary said, “Mom, it’s all my fault; I didn’t make it clear to Sylvia. If you want to blame someone, blame me.”

As a mother, at this moment, Mary could only shoulder all the problems herself.

Sawyer also followed suit, “Mom, Sylvia is your granddaughter. How could she possibly plot against you? She meant well and wanted you to get better soon. Unfortunately, her good intentions backfired. Please don’t be angry.”

Mrs. Thompson frowned, “Have you ever thought about what would happen if

I had drunk this soup?”

She felt that Sylvia had done it deliberately.

How malicious!

When they first adopted Sylvia, Mrs. Thompson was not very happy. But and Mary had felt the child was fated to be with them, and she was about the same age as Viola, so they insisted on keeping her. Now it seems that Sylvia is nothing but trouble!

If it weren’t for Sylvia, they might have found Viola already.

Sawyer smiled and said, “You didn’t drink it, did you? So let’s not make such assumptions.”

“You two just keep indulging her!” Mrs. Thompson scolded angrily, “Sooner or later, you will spoil her until something terrible happens.”

Sawyer continued to smile placatingly.

Mary helped Sylvia up, “Mom, it’s getting late. You should rest early. Sylvia and 1 will go back to our room now.”

Better to have one less problem than one more.

If they didn’t leave with Sylvia at this moment, the conflict would only get worse..