Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot-Chapter 74 - : 073: Sense of Crisis
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Chapter 74: 073: Sense of Crisis
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It was then Mary Perryne noticed her wallet was missing. When Viola Thompson handed it to her, she chuckled, βYoung lady, thank you.β βDonβt mention it.β Viola Thompson responded with a gentle smile.
βThere arenβt many kind-hearted girls like you around these days.β Mary Perryne had once lost a necklace, eventually resorting to the police to solve the issue.
Sylvia Thompson was watching Viola Thompson.
Her eyes squinting slightly.
By her estimate, the girl in front of her was sixteen or seventeen years old. She had beautiful bright eyes and white teeth. Even Sylvia Thompson, who had seen many beauties in the entertainment circle, had to admit that this girl was indeed stunning.
Everybody knows that beauty is more than skin deep. And, undoubtedly, this girlβs charm was off the charts.
If she were in the entertainment industry, she would surely be a dazzling figure.
This girl is dazzlingly beautiful.
Beautiful enough to make people jealous.
Sylvia Thompson felt a sense of threat from her.
She had an intuition.
This girl was no easy opponent.
How did it happen that Marys Perryneβs wallet got lost and she picked it up?
Sylvia Thompson cast a glance at Mary Perryne.
Wearing a low-key Dior limited edition outfit
Cartier accessories.
The sight of her screamed nothing but wealth.
True enough.
Who among ordinary people wouldnβt want to change their fate, turning from a sparrow into a phoenix?
Moreover, Viola Thompson, being so beautiful, could soar to great heights by marrying into the Thompson Clan.
These young girls nowadays have wild imaginations.
Instead of working hard, theyβre all thinking about taking shortcuts to marry into a wealthy family.
This sort of behavior was truly shameful.
With this in mind, a faint light flashed in Sylvia Thompsonβs eyes.
As long as she had a say in it, she would never allow such a gold digger to marry into the Thompson Clan.
Sylvia Thompson looked at Viola Thompson with a smile on her lips, βSister, my mom was right, thank you so much. Thereβs a nice restaurant just ahead, let us treat you to a meal.β
Hearing this, Mary Perryne nodded, βSylviaβs right. Young lady, letβs go to the restaurant ahead and have a meal while we chat.β
For some unknown reason, Mary Perryne felt an undeniable closeness to the young lady and couldnβt help but want to get to know her more.
βl appreciate your goodwill, but I have other things to take care of. I need to go first. !
Upon saying this, Viola Thompson turned to leave.
Watching Viola Thompson go, Mary Perryne felt a void in her heart, as if she had lost something important.
Sylvia Thompson linked arms with Mary Perryne. βMom, letβs go.β βOkayβ Mary Perryne nodded, matching Sylviaβs pace.
After taking several steps, Mary Perryne couldnβt help but glance in the direction Viola Thompson had gone.
In the crowd, she could still make out a faint glimpse of her figure.
βMom, are you looking at that girl from just now?β Seeing this, Sylvia Thompson asked.
Not hiding anything, Mary Perryne nodded, β1 feel a connection with her. As 1 saw her, it felt like we knew each other from somewhere.β This feeling was very strange.
Sylvia Thompson then said, βMom, people are complicated. Her attitude might change if you wore different clothes.β
Implying Viola Thompson had ulterior motives.
After all, Mary Perryneβs dress code clearly showed she was well-off.
Sylvia Thompson was raised in wealth, what didnβt she experience?
There were even many manipulative women who took the initiative to please her to marry into the Thompson Clan.
Mary Perryne understood Sylvia Thompsonβs insinuation and shook her head,
βNo, No, No. 1 donβt think sheβs that kind of person.β
βMom, good people donβt have βgood personβ written on their faces. Likewise, bad people also donβt have βbad personβ written on theirs.β Sylvia paused for a moment, before continuing, βWe just arrived at River City, so we need to be more cautious. Donβt give dad any trouble. The most important thing right now is to find sister.β
βYes.β Mary Perryne nodded.
Soon, the next day came.
The day the parent-child identification results were to come out. At eight in the morning, Rachel Barton arrived at the hospital on time. π»ππππ€ππ£πβ΄π·ππ.πΈβ΄π
βMiss Barton.β
When she arrived, Mary Perryne and Sylvia Thompson were already there waiting.
Rachel Barton smiled, βMiss Thompson.β
Sylvia Thompson took Rachel Barton by the hand and linked arms with Mary Perryne. βLetβs go in and get the report,β she said.
When they received the doctorβs report, Mary Perryneβs hand was trembling.βDoctor, whatβs the result?β
The doctor in a white coat adjusted his glasses, βYou can check for yourselves.β
Mary Perryne swallowed nervously.
She was extremely anxious.
βMom, hurry up and open it.β Sylvia Thompson urged.
In Rachel Bartonβs determined gaze full of anticipation.
She, too, desperately hoped to find her biological parents soon.
It was clear that Mary Perryne was a good mother.
Under Rachelβs expectant eyes, Mary tore open the outer envelope and pulled out the identification report within.
No one noticed at this moment that Sylvia Thompson indulged a sly smile.
Did Mary Perryne think she could find Viola Thompson?
In her dreams!
Once she had grasped the report, Mary sucked in a deep breath and then looked at the final result.
One glance was enough to send a chill through her entire being, as if her blood was flowing backwards in her veins.
It was negative.
The parent-child relationship was not established.
Rachel Barton was not her daughter.
Maryβs eyes instantly turned red, and tears fell, one by one, blurring the words on the report.
Seeing the result, Rachel was not as disappointed as expected.
She turned to Mary, βMiss Perry, I felt from the first time I saw you that you might not be my biological mother.β
Mary was momentarily startled, then she turned to Rachel and asked hoarsely, βWhyβ¦ why do you say so?β
Rachel replied with a smile, βBecause they were all saying I was abandoned by my birth parents, who wanted to have a sonβ¦ Actually, I envy your daughter, and also hope that you can find her soon.β
At the end of her statement, Rachelβs eyes also reddened.
Mary didnβt know how to console Rachel, so she continued, βl donβt believe there are parents in this world who donβt love their children. There must be some hidden story behind all this. Donβt be sad, I believe your parents are also searching for you.β
Rachel gave a light smile.
Continuing Mary asked, βRachel, may I call you so?β βHmm.β Rachel nodded.
Sylvia at the side slightly furrowed her eyebrows.
She found it hard to believe that Mary could be so affectionate to a stranger.
After all, Mary had never affectionately referred to her own daughter as βlittle Sylviaβ.
How ironic it was.
Mary looked at Rachel, βRachel, although youβre not my daughter, you have, like me, lost your own blood family. We must stay in touch in the future. If you get accepted into a university in Capital City, you must tell me.β
βYes, Miss Perry.β
βCan lβ¦can I hug you?β Mary asked.
βYes.β Rachel nodded.
Mary embraced Rachel tightly, words stuck in her throat.
How she wished that this young girl in her arms was her long-lost daughter.
What a pity.
She wasnβt.
Rachel was filled with mixed emotions as well.
Sylvia Thompson, standing to the side, felt very upset.
With Mary acting like this, what was her own position?
Possibly, in Maryβs heart, she would always be an outsider.
Elsewhere.
The Lentz Clanβs home.
Patriarch Lentz sat at the dining table and addressed Terrence Lentz,
βTerrence. β
βSpeak. β
Patriarch Lentz put down his chopsticks, βHow have you been getting along with Miss Thompson recently?β freewe(b)novel.com
βFine.β Terrence Lentz replied.
Patriarch Lentz continued, βl will be heading back to Capital City soon. Before
I go, invite Miss Thompson to our home for a casual meal.β
Hearing this, everyone at the table looked at each other with different thoughts running through their minds.
It was one thing for Terrence to fancy a country bumpkin; now to have that same bumpkin sitting at their table for a meal, what was really going on?