Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot - Chapter 333
Chapter 333: 136: The remorseful Edward Thompson agrees to meet (second update)
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Dean Legel personally released a statement sharing this video, explicitly naming Viola Thompson of the Thompson Clan as his duo-partner in the performance.
He expressed his admiration for Viola Thompson with the idiom ‘a kindred spirit is hard to find, as rare as one appreciating good music’, conveying the depth of his appreciation.
This Facebook post immediately became a hot topic shortly after it was published.
Nobody expected that the person performing with Dean Legel was actually Viola Thompson.
Who is Viola Thompson?
A country girl who has just returned from her rural hometown.
Given her limited resources in the countryside, how could Viola possibly play the piano?
Especially the fans of Edward Thompson and those who admire Sylvia Thompson raised immediate doubts.
[The piano player isn’t the sister? Impossible!]
[The Thompson Family is so repulsive. To hype up Viola, they go so far as to do such a thing. Sacrificing one daughter to pave the way for another? Unbelievable!]
[I feel bad for the sister, is she mistreated just because she isn’t officially a Thompson?]
[It’s unfair to the sister from the beginning, but now the Thompson family is even committing such a revolting act!]
[Don’t worry, sister, we’re with you. This time we must not bow to the evil forces.]
[Hard to believe, in the 21st Century, there are still such parents!]
[The sister has had such a hard life, having no parents from a young age. All these years, she’s been working hard in order to gain the approval of her foster parents so ends up making a bridal outfit for someone else. Infuriating!]
As such, Viola Thompson became one of the few people who didn’t have a Facebook account but still made it onto the trending list.
And with two mentions, at that.
The first one: Young Miss Thompson Family.
The second one: Viola Thompson.
Underneath the topics was an array of vilifying comments.
Sylvia Thompson, browsing Facebook, wore a satisfied smile.
What if the pianist was Viola Thompson?
With her background, how many would believe her?
She was the true chosen lady.
Concealing her emotions, Sylvia put down her cell phone, pretending to be oblivious to it all. Looking at her brother Edward Thompson sitting across, she asked, “Brother.”
“Huh?” Edward looked up at her.
Sylvia continued, “What kind of boyfriend do you hope I could find?”
That question stumped Edward.
Because in his view, no one in the world was good enough for Sylvia.
After a moment, Edward smiled and said, “At least someone better than me.”
Sylvia chuckled.
“What’s so funny,” Edward peeled a shrimp for Sylvia and said while peeling, “You deserve the best man in the world, Sylvia.”
Sylvia ate the shrimp Edward had peeled for her and chuckled bitterly, “Only in your eyes, brother, am I the best girl. I know very well that I am an ordinary person and not everyone will like me.”
She didn’t say explicitly what she meant, or reveal any of the grievances she’d suffered at home.
But even that one sentence was enough for Edward to feel heartbroken.
He knew that ever since Viola returned, Sylvia had been unfairly treated in this household.
It would be better if Viola just returned by herself, but she even brought back a cat.
That broke Sylvia’s heart even more.
After all, when Sylvia wanted a puppy as a child, their parents would not allow it.
But now…
The Thompson household had been disrupted by Viola’s return.
At that thought, Edward frowned slightly.
Not that he didn’t welcome his real sister, but this sister was simply too unacceptable.
If only Viola could show just a little consideration for others, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.
“What’s wrong, brother?” Sylvia looked at Edward and asked.
“Nothing.” Edward snapped out of his thoughts and smiled, “Eat more.”
Sylvia then said, “I’ve eaten enough, you go ahead, brother.”
Beauty is something that needs to be maintained.
Especially a figure.
So, Sylvia always stopped eating when she was halffull.
Edward scooped a bowl of soup for her, “You’re not fat, come on, drink some soup.”
Sylvia smiled, picked up the bowl of soup Edward had served her, and slowly began to drink.
When Sylvia came home.
She changed into a chic homewear, applied a natural makeup look, and looked fresh and innocent.
Then she turned on the video recording function on her cell phone and began to record a video.
She tried several different angles and finally found one that satisfied her.
“Hello everyone, I’m Sylvia. Regarding the duet performance with senior Dean, I want to clarify here that the person who performed with Dean was indeed my sister Viola Thompson, not me. Everyone, please stop guessing!”
After filming, Sylvia checked carefully several times, added filters and skin-smoothing features, and then uploaded the video.
A minute after the upload, the heat of this Facebook post began to surge.
[The sister looks worn-out now!]”Waaa! My heart aches for my dear sister. She must have endured so much before she could post that video.”
“Ah, life hasn’t been easy for my sister at all. She may have thought of rebelling, but after all, she is not a true blood of the Thompson family…”
“Hug for my sister.”
This outcome was within Sylvia Thompson’s expectations.
After all, she has already published the clarification video, and she has already spoken what she needed to say.
As for how her fans want to comment, that is their business and has nothing to do with her.
This wave of attention also caused Sylvia Thompson to gain a million more followers.
Downstairs.
Edward Thompson walked in from outside.
Just as he entered the house, Mantou twisted its chubby buttocks to greet Edward Thompson.
It was meowing non-stop.
Seeking to rub against him, seeking to be held, seeking for kisses.
Edward Thompson looked at the cat on the floor and frowned slightly, feeling a bout of disgust. All because of this cat!
Edward Thompson became increasingly annoyed, kicking the cat directly.
Bang!
Mantou was kicked and flew away, staying stunned on the ground for a second from pain, and then, tucking its tail, it quickly ran towards Viola Thompson’s room.
As it ran, it cried out, “Me-ow!”
Seeing the direction Mantou fled to, Edward Thompson suddenly felt a lot of regret. He shouldn’t have vented his anger on a cat.
Definitely not to this extent.
He was not a man who enjoyed use of violence, he just couldn’t control himself.
Edward Thompson sighed, picked up his phone, opened WhatsApp to contact his assistant and sent a text: “Send over some imported cat food and nutrient paste.”
A moment later, he added, “Go for the good stuff.”
Edward Thompson felt extremely guilty and upset now.
He hoped the cat food and nutrient paste could make it up to Mantou.
Edward Thompson picked up his clothes and continued towards his room. As he was walking to the staircase, he saw Viola Thompson carrying the cat into the room.
From Edward Thompson’s angle, he could only see the girl’s side profile.
She was wearing a fluffy bunny-eared homewear.
She was a little cute.
Under her left earlobe, there was a small red mole.
This was a marker of the Thompson Family.
He had one too, on his earlobe.
Edward Thompson was taken aback for a moment.
He was thinking, if Viola Thompson had never been lost, perhaps, they could have been siblings with no secrets between them.
After being taken aback for a moment, Edward Thompson returned to his room.
Soon, the assistant had bought over what Edward Thompson needed.
The assistant was all smiles, “Emperor Thompson, you’ve got a cat?”
“No, it’s my little sister’s,” said Edward Thompson.
“Oh,” the assistant nodded, “Oh, so it’s your little sister who’s raising it!
The staff around Edward Thompson affectionately referred to Sylvia Thompson as the little sister.
Edward Thompson corrected,”It’s my real sister.”
Real sister.
Sylvia Thompson, who was about to greet the assistant, stopped upon hearing this. There was obvious sarcasm in her eyes.
So, in Edward Thompson’s heart, only Viola Thompson was his real sister!
Sylvia Thompson gripped the wall tightly, exerting such force as if she was about to pierce through the walls.
On the other side.
Viola Thompson was holding Mantou, “What’s wrong little fatty, who bullied you?”
Mantou couldn’t speak, it just continued to burrow into Viola Thompson’s arms.
Viola Thompson found it strange, it was rare for Mantou to behave like this, could there really be someone bullying it?
At this moment.
Viola Thompson’s phone rang.
She picked it up, it was a message from a person saved as ‘Edward Bankston.’
The content was roughly asking her to help cultivate some cells.
Viola Thompson slightly raised her eyebrows.
She wasn’t very interested in this experiment.
But the other party immediately followed up with another message, “Teacher, our experiment aims to help those who have lost their sight, restore their vision, so cell revitalization is very important for us!”
“Teacher, where are you? Can we meet?”
Seeing this, Viola Thompson put Mantou on the bed, and replied, “Okay.”
Mr. Bankston, who saw the replies, was overjoyed, he nearly jumped up saying, “Great! Great!”
Seeing Mr. Bankston in such excitement, Xavier asked curiously, “What’s up, Teacher?”
Mr. Bankston replied, “Master J agreed to meet! Our experiment will be saved!”
