123: Like a grandmother_2
Even some relatives would take out postcards and notebooks as soon as they saw him, asking for his autograph.
But this young girl in front of him had no reaction at all.
"Do you know who I am?" Edward Thompson asked again.
Viola was dumbfounded before asking, "Have we met somewhere before?"
Hearing this, Edward was quite frustrated.
Had he become a washed-up actor just as his career took off?
Logically, Viola shouldn't be clueless about him.
Samuel Thompson chuckled beside them.
"Viola, don't bother with him," Samuel said. "He's been a narcissist for years."
Mary Perryne laughed and said, "Right, right, don't pay him any attention, Viola. Come sit and have some fruit. Take anything you like, and don't be shy. Make yourself at home."
"Thank you, Aunt Thompson."
"Don't mention it!" Mary peeled a banana and handed it to Viola. "Here, eat this banana; it's very sweet."
Edward was questioning his life. He stared at Viola and said, "No, sister, you really don't recognize me?"