Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 74 – Chapter 74: 073: Sense of Crisis

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, “Young lady, thank you.” “Don't mention it.” Viola Thompson responded with a gentle smile.

“There aren't many kind-hearted girls like you around these days.” 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 girl's 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 Perryne's 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 wouldn't 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, they're 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 Thompson's 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, “Sister, my mom was right, thank you so much. There's a nice restaurant just ahead, let us treat you to a meal.”

Hearing this, Mary Perryne nodded, “Sylvia's right. Young lady, let's go to the restaurant ahead and have a meal while we chat.'

For some unknown reason, Mary Perryne felt an undeniable closeness to the young lady and couldn't help but want to get to know her more.

“l 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. “Mom, let's go.” “Okay” Mary Perryne nodded, matching Sylvia's pace.

After taking several steps, Mary Perryne couldn't help but glance in the direction Viola Thompson had gone.

In the crowd, she could still make out a faint glimpse of her figure.

“Mom, are you looking at that girl from just now?” Seeing this, Sylvia Thompson asked.

Not hiding anything, Mary Perryne nodded, “1 feel a connection with her. As 1 saw her, it felt like we knew each other from somewhere.” This feeling was very strange.

Sylvia Thompson then said, “Mom, people are complicated. Her attitude might change if you wore different clothes.”

Implying Viola Thompson had ulterior motives.

After all, Mary Perryne's dress code clearly showed she was well-off.

Sylvia Thompson was raised in wealth, what didn't 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 Thompson's insinuation and shook her head,

“No, No, No. 1 don't think she's that kind of person.”

“Mom, good people don't have 'good person' written on their faces. Likewise, bad people also don't have 'bad person' written on theirs.” Sylvia paused for a moment, before continuing, “We just arrived at River City, so we need to be more cautious. Don't give dad any trouble. The most important thing right now is to find sister.'

“Yes.” 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.

“Miss Barton.”

When she arrived, Mary Perryne and Sylvia Thompson were already there waiting.

Rachel Barton smiled, “Miss Thompson.”

Sylvia Thompson took Rachel Barton by the hand and linked arms with Mary Perryne. “Let's go in and get the report,” she said.

When they received the doctor's report, Mary Perryne's hand was trembling.”Doctor, what's the result?”

The doctor in a white coat adjusted his glasses, “You can check for yourselves.”

Mary Perryne swallowed nervously.

She was extremely anxious.

“Mom, hurry up and open it.” Sylvia Thompson urged.

In Rachel Barton's 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 Rachel's 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.

Mary's 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, “Miss Perry, I felt from the first time I saw you that you might not be my biological mother.”

Mary was momentarily startled, then she turned to Rachel and asked hoarsely, “Why… why do you say so?”

Rachel replied with a smile, “Because they were all saying I was abandoned by my birth parents, who wanted to have a son… Actually, I envy your daughter, and also hope that you can find her soon.”

At the end of her statement, Rachel's eyes also reddened.

Mary didn't know how to console Rachel, so she continued, “l don't believe there are parents in this world who don't love their children. There must be some hidden story behind all this. Don't be sad, I believe your parents are also searching for you.”

Rachel gave a light smile.

Continuing Mary asked, “Rachel, may I call you so?” “Hmm.” 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 'little Sylvia'.

How ironic it was.

Mary looked at Rachel, “Rachel, although you're 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.”

“Yes, Miss Perry.”

“Can l…can I hug you?” Mary asked.

“Yes.” 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 wasn't.

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 Mary's heart, she would always be an outsider.

Elsewhere.

The Lentz Clan's home.

Patriarch Lentz sat at the dining table and addressed Terrence Lentz,

“Terrence. ”

“Speak. ”

Patriarch Lentz put down his chopsticks, “How have you been getting along with Miss Thompson recently?”

“Fine.” Terrence Lentz replied.

Patriarch Lentz continued, “l will be heading back to Capital City soon. Before

I go, invite Miss Thompson to our home for a casual meal.”

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?

Chapter end