Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 70 – Chapter 70: 069: My Fiancée's Cat

Chapter 70: 069: My Fiancée's Cat

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At this moment, Marys mind must be filled with thoughts of Viola, right?

She felt like a joke.

Sylvia's heart was a mixture of complex emotions, but her face still wore a gentle smile, “Mom, I have a feeling that we will definitely find my sister this time.”

“Hmm.” Mary nodded her head.

She dreamt of finding her daughter as soon as possible.

When Viola had gone missing, she was not even a month old.

Has anyone bullied her…

Has she thought about home over these years…

Mary had accumulated too many questions and wanted to ask her daughter personally.

As soon as the two left the airport, they saw the driver who had come to pick them up.

“Miss.”

Sylvia nodded and handed her luggage to him, “Go straight to 611 Coast Road.”

Rachel Barton lives at 611 Coast Road.

Hearing this, the driver glanced at Sylvia and nodded.

Sylvia helped Mary into the car and said in a gentle tone, “Mom, it will take a while to get there. You can rest for a while, and I'll wake you up when we arrive.

Although Mary looked tired, the thought of seeing her long-lost daughter filled her with energy. She smiled and said, “It's not me who is tired, but you. You've been busy with all this; you must be exhausted. Sylvia, you should rest for a while.'

“I'm not tired,” Sylvia shook her head, “I'm young and don't feel tired. Besides, I feel very fortunate to be able to do something for my sister.”

Marv held Sylvia's hand, “Sylvia, Viola is lucky to have such a sensible sister like you. I am very happy.”

Sylvia looked at Mary, her eyes slightly reddening, “Actually, I am also very honored to be your daughter. Viola's sister.”

Mary hugged Sylvia tightly, choking silently.

Over the years, Sylvia had done a lot for their family and for Viola, and Mary had seen it all.

Actually, many people had advised Mary not to search for Viola any longer.

After all, so many years had passed.

No one knew whether Viola was still alive.

Even if she was alive, she might not be as outstanding as Sylvia.

Everyone knew that among the high society of Capital City, Sylvia was one of the best.

Who wouldn't respectfully address her as Miss Thompson?

Even when they had adopted Sylvia by coincidence back then, some people had suggested they conceal Sylvia's identity and let her replace Viola, raising her as their own daughter.

But Mary couldn't do it.

No matter what, she could never forget her own daughter, and she wouldn't allow anyone to replace her.

Sylvia was Sylvia, and Viola was Viola.

The two were separate individuals.

At this moment, a phone's ringtone sounded in the air.

Mary let go of Sylvia, took a deep breath, and, adjusting her emotions, answered the call.

“Hello?”

From the other end of the phone, Sawyer's voice came through, “Mary, Mr. Roy will be coming to Capital City with his wife tomorrow afternoon. Please arrange for someone to pick them up at the airport.”

Mr. Roy was Sawyers good friend and a duke from Uron Country, with a distinguished status.

It should be Sawyer himself who picked them up, but he was busy with more pressing matters, so he had to ask Mary to handle it.

Mary said, “Sawyer, I'm not home right now. Let Brandon go pick them up tomorrow. ”

Sawyer didn't know that Mary had left Capital City, and he asked, “Where are you now?”

“I'm at my younger sister's place.”

“Oh, alright,” Sawyer didn't ask more questions, and went on, “I'll contact Brandon, you enjoy your time with your sister and don't worry about things at home.'

“Okay.” Mary nodded.

After hanging up the phone, Sylvia looked at Mary, “Mom, have you still not told Dad about Viola?”

“Not yet.” Mary replied.

The main reason was that Sawyer was busy with a multinational business deal.

Moreover, she knew that Sawyer wanted to find their daughter even more than she did.

Some things were better left unsaid to avoid giving him false hope, only to disappoint him again.

It was too heart-wrenching.

Sylvia expressed her understanding, “That's fine, we can just let Dad hear the best news directly.”

“Hmm.”

Another hour passed.

The car finally came to a stop.

Sylvia looked at the driver, “Have we arrived?”

“We have.'

Mary was so excited that she didn't wait for Sylvia to speak, and just got out of the car.

Only after opening the car door did they realize they were in front of a residential building.

The area was designated as resettlement housing.The environment wasn't great.

Mary Perryne looked around at the surroundings, finally looking at Sylvia

Thompson, “Is this the place, Sylvia?”

Sylvia took out her phone, checked, and then nodded, “It's here.”

“Where's your sister then?”

Sylvia held Mary's hand, “Don't worry yet. Let me take you upstairs first.” Rachel Barton lived on the seventh floor without an elevator.

Before opening the door, Sylvia turned to look at Mary and advised: “Mom, we're not sure if Rachel is my sister yet, so keep your cool when you first see her. I have talked to her about everything else, and we can go straight to the hospital after.”

“Okay.” Mary nodded, trying hard to suppress the excitement in her heart.

Soon, the door was opened.

“Hello, who are you looking for?”

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with a sweet smile on her face opened the door.

Mary stared at her intently.

Is this her daughter?

If it is, how wonderful that would be…

“My name is Sylvia Thompson. I've added you on WhatsApp before,” Sylvia continued, “This is my mother.”

Mary immediately greeted her, “Miss Si.”

Her voice was trembling.

A moment later, Mary asked, “Could… could I see the red birthmark on your right arm?”

“Sure.” Rachel nodded, rolled up her sleeve. On her fair arm, a red birthmark appeared.

The same.

Exactly the same.

Mary's tears fell like rain, and she covered her face and cried bitterly, as if her daughter in her cradle back then was floating in front of her eyes.

Sylvia held Mary, “Mom, calm down.”

She raised her head to apologize to Rachel, “I'm sorry, Rachel. My mom just misses my sister too much.”

“It's okay. I understand.” Rachel could empathize with Mary's feelings since she too wanted to find her family.

Shall we go to the hospital now?” Rachel inquired.

“Yes.” Sylvia nodded as she held Mary, “Mom, let's go.”

Half an hour later.

They arrived at the hospital.

The doctor collected their blood samples.

Mary was a little anxious and pulled the doctor to ask, “Doctor, how long will it take to get the results?”

“The fastest would be three days.”

“Alright,” Mary nodded, “Thank you, doctor.”

Rachel had other matters to attend to, so she left after the blood samples were taken.

Watching Rachel's retreating figure, Mary felt a little sad.

Sylvia comforted, “Mom, don't be sad, you'll see my sister in three days.” “Okay.” Mary nodded.

“Let's go back to the hotel first.” Sylvia held Mary's arm and they walked out.

Mary didn't sleep all night and woke up early to catch a plane. After arriving in River City, she had been in the car for several hours, so she was indeed very tired now. She nodded and said, “Yes.'

Just as they were about to leave the hospital, Sylvia felt her phone vibrate in her bag. She said, “Mom, wait for me at the entrance. I'm going to the restroom.”

“You go ahead.”

Sylvia walked towards the restroom. While Mary stood and waited.

“Meow! ”

At that moment, a chubby cat ran up to Mary and rubbed its little head against her leg, as if it was acting coquettish.

Mary loved cats and immediately bent down to pick up the chubby cat, “Little guy, you're so fat.”

The chubby cat acted as if it recognized Mary, rubbing its little head against her chin coquettishly.

“Mantou.”

At that moment, a deep voice sounded in the air.

Mary turned around and saw a young man sitting in a wheelchair.

He had a distinct and handsome face and an extraordinary temperament that ordinary people could not possess.

Especially those eyes, they were a little hard to look directly at.

Such a pity…

He was disabled.

“Young man, is this your cat?” Mary asked, holding the cat as she walked over.

The man nodded slightly, “It's my fiancée's cat..”

Chapter end