123: Like a grandmother_6
What if Mary Perryne, being honest, got tricked by someone?
With this thought in mind.
Mrs. Thompson immediately stood up from the hanging chair and walked downstairs.
She wanted to see for herself who this mysterious visitor was.
Most importantly, Mary Perryne had said last night that the young girl was even prettier than Bettye McMillan.
Bettye McMillan was Mrs. Thompson's goddess.
Could there really be someone prettier than her goddess?
Furthermore, what if this 'Bettye McMillan' was in cahoots with Sylvia Thompson?
Mary Perryne was chatting with Viola Thompson when she heard footsteps. She looked up and said with a smile, "Mom, you're down."
Hearing this, Sylvia Thompson's smile on her face stiffened for a moment, and then she turned to look.
Her mood worsened.
It was really Mrs. Thompson.
That old hag!
Why did she come down?
Mrs. Thompson leaned on her dragon head cane, her face adorned with a kind smile. "I heard we have a guest, so I came to see."