Mrs. Thompson turned her head away, unwilling to deal with Edward Thompson.
She had no sympathy for him at all.
He had brought everything onto himself.
"Didn't you sever ties with us already?" Mrs. Thompson said coldly. "I don't have a grandson like you, and you don't have a grandmother like me!"
"Grandma, I know I was terribly wrong. I've hurt the people who loved me deeply. I'm not asking for your forgiveness now because I don't deserve it," Edward Thompson said. He had realized many things in the past few days, and he couldn't stand his former foolish self, especially when he thought about his attitude towards Viola. He wished he could slap himself to death.
Mary Perryne's eyes filled with tears, not knowing what to say. After a moment, she said, "You're so confused! You had to hit the wall before you give up! Do you know how much worry your grandmother, your father, your brother, and I went through for you during these days?"
He knew.
Edward Thompson knew it all.