Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 666: 220: Neither ability nor wisdom should be underestimated (second update)
 

As she finished speaking, Sylvia Thompson’s eyes filled with tears, giving off an appearance of deep affection for her brother, Edward Thompson.

Viola Thompson remained silent.

She just looked at Sylvia Thompson.

Her pair of delicate eyes were clear and deep; even though she didn’t say anything, it still gave people an inexplicable oppressive feeling.

Unable to breathe.

For some reason, Sylvia couldn’t bring herself to look directly into Viola’s eyes. Still, she continued to endure the panic in her heart and acted, “Sister, you must find a way to save my brother. Although he has done many things that hurt you in the past, after all, you two are blood-related siblings. At this moment, my brother only has you left in the world. If even you don’t believe in him, there will be no one else for my brother to rely on!”

Her words seemingly defended and pleaded for Edward Thompson, yet in reality, every sentence of her was trying to sow discord.

“Listen,” Viola Thompson looked at Sylvia without lifting her chin, “Even if Edward Thompson is unbearable, his surname is still Thompson. He has the blood of the Thompson family flowing through his veins, and it’s not up to someone with a different surname to bully him!”

The tone was light, the voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderbolt.

Edward Thompson indeed had a feud with her.

Viola Thompson indeed had no intention of recognizing him as her brother anymore.

But it didn’t mean that any random person could bully Edward Thompson and use him as a scapegoat.

Even if Edward Thompson were to die, only the Thompson family had the right to mistreat him!

Sylvia frowned slightly, never expecting Viola to say such a thing.

She originally thought Viola would kick a man when he was down.

Unexpectedly…

It seems she underrated Viola.

However, it didn’t matter.

She wanted to see how Viola would help Edward Thompson turn the tables.

In the current situation.

Edward Thompson was seemingly left with only one road – a dead end.

Sylvia sniffed, her eyes red, “Sister, I’m relieved to hear you say that. I, like you, will always believe that my brother would never do such a thing.”

At this moment, a female voice came through the air.

“Miss Thompson!”

Viola looked up slightly.

It was Ling.

“Officer Kim.”

Viola walked over.

Sylvia watched Viola and Ling’s retreating figures, frowning slightly.

When did Ling become so close to Viola?

What was going on between the two of them?

Did Ling call Viola over to talk about Edward Thompson?

For a moment, Sylvia’s thoughts were spinning.

However.

She wasn’t worried.

Without any evidence, what could Viola find out?

Sylvia turned her head, “Maureen, let’s go.”

Maureen Fitzell nodded, then said, “Sylvia, was that your sister from your foster parents’ home just now?”

“Yeah.”

Upon hearing this, Maureen couldn’t help but turn to look at Viola’s retreating figure again, “Your sister is so beautiful! I heard that she’s also the National Top Scorer!”

Maureen had also watched Viola’s interview before.

However, that was on television. Although Viola looked gorgeous on TV, she subconsciously thought it was due to filters and makeup, creating an artificial beauty. Unexpectedly, today the beauty she saw in person made her dumbfounded!

Viola herself was even more beautiful than what she saw on TV.

Her eyes and eyebrows were stunning.

Beautiful?

National Top Scorer?

Hearing these two phrases, the resentment in Sylvia’s eyes deepened.

She wondered why she had fallen to this point today.

It was all because Viola’s brilliance had overshadowed her own.

Originally, she was the high and mighty Young Miss of the Thompson family!

But now?

She had become the daughter of a murderer.

Ridiculous!

Utterly ridiculous!

Sylvia didn’t show her emotions, nodding, “Yes, she is very beautiful.”

Maureen continued, “I feel like your sister doesn’t seem to like you very much, why is that?”

In addition, Maureen also heard the hidden meaning in Viola’s words.

She seemed to be hinting at Sylvia not to be too complacent.

Hearing this, Sylvia smiled bitterly, “I’m nothing but the daughter of a murderer, how can you expect her to like me!”

She didn’t mention a word about Nidya stealing Viola away from her.

Sighing, Maureen hugged Sylvia’s arm, not knowing how to comfort her.

Sylvia continued, “Now I just hope my brother will be alright…”

Hearing this, Maureen was speechless, ” Sylvia, at this point, you should stop worrying about Edward Thompson! It’s clear that he murdered someone, but he actually wants to pin everything on you! Fortunately, you were with me all night yesterday, otherwise, it really wouldn’t be easy to explain.”

Sylvia sighed, her eyes flashing with a sinister light, “He may be unkind to me, but I can’t treat him unjustly. No matter what, we have more than a decade of sibling affection.”

Meanwhile.

Viola followed Ling to the office.

Ling gave Viola a brief introduction to the case and showed her Maureen’s testimony.

Although Viola was only eighteen years old.

However, after experiencing the previous incident, Ling had a new perception of Viola. This girl, not only did her appearance and temperament attract attention, her abilities and intelligence were also not to be underestimated.

Viola’s eyes were calm, her face expressionless. She asked, “How far is Maureen’s place from where Sylvia lives?”

“About 20 kilometers in a straight line.”

Ling continued, “Actually, when Sylvia Thompson was at Maureen’s, she had plenty of time to go back and commit the murder. But the problem is that Maureen has always insisted that Sylvia never left her house.”

“Have you checked the surveillance footage along the way?” Viola asked.

Ling nodded, “We checked, but didn’t find any trace of Sylvia.”

“Could I speak to Afra Gracen, the woman living with James?” Viola turned her eyes to Ling.

Ling nodded, “Yes, Miss Thompson, please follow me this way.”

Viola followed Ling’s steps.

In the interrogation room next door.

Afra Gracen, dressed in a suspender dress and heavily made up, sat in a chair, disregarding her image, “Police officer, how many times do I have to tell you? I left very early that day, I don’t know anything! I don’t know anything! When can I go back?”