Chapter 556: 195: Shocking! What kind of celestial beauty is this? (Eighth update)
 

Sylvia Thompson had no idea that Mary Perryne’s heart had become so biased.

It was disgusting when she stepped on dog shit, but she could still manage to laugh.

And she didn’t blame Viola Thompson at all.

What about her then?

What did she count for?

Did Mary even remember the disgusted look on her face when Viola had decided to raise a dog?

Disgusting.

Really disgusting.

This was a great humiliation to Sylvia Thompson.

As Mary continued, “By the way Sylvia, what does the dog that Viola brought home look like? Is it cute?”

Cute?

If she hadn’t heard it with her own ears, Sylvia would never have believed that Mary could say such a thing.

“It’s black,” Sylvia raised a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Very cute.”

Mary put on the new shoes brought by the maid, “Are Viola and your grandmother in the garden?”

“Yes.” Sylvia nodded her head.

Mary smiled and said, “I’ll go have a look.”

Sylvia was about to be furious!

Her face went pale.

But she still pretended to be elegant and generous, standing up and taking Mary’s arm, “Mom, let me accompany you.”

“Okay.”

The two walked towards the garden together.

Viola released the leash of her dog, bread.

Bread was very well-behaved.

It just followed Viola and Mrs. Thompson so closely.

Mantou occasionally came over to bother it.

Bread didn’t mind at all, and wagged its tail energetically towards Mantou.

Mrs. Thompson picked off two brightly colored roses, wearing one on her ear and smiling at Viola, “Viola, do I look good?”

Viola glanced back slightly, smiling and nodding, “You look good.”

Although Mrs. Thompson was getting older,

Her demeanor persisted.

She wore a light-colored qipao, and her hair had turned gray.

It can’t help but remind people of a phrase.

White hair wearing flowers, no one laugh; time never defeated beauty.

Mrs. Thompson came over and said, “Viola, let me put one on for you, too.”

Viola was almost 173 cm tall,

Mrs. Thompson was slightly over 160 cm.

Viola needed to bend down a bit so that Mrs. Thompson could reach her ear.

Mrs. Thompson carefully placed the red rose next to her ear, smiling, “You look so beautiful! Absolutely stunning!”

Then, Mrs. Thompson took out her phone, “Viola, let’s take a selfie.”

“Okay.”

Mrs. Thompson took several selfies and then posted them on her Facebook.

85-year-old fairy V: “Good afternoon friends, I’m out walking the dog with my granddaughter. [Picture LIVE][Picture LIVE][Picture LIVE][Picture LIVE]”

Mrs. Thompson’s Facebook now had 5 million followers.

As soon as the post was published, it received comments.

[Good afternoon, Grandma! Yiiiiing, our princess finally appeared!]

[Woah! Grandma, you’re so straight, sending the original picture! Princess Viola’s looks are so durable!]

[What a beautiful princess!]

[Dog: They said they’re taking me out, but they just wanted to post on Facebook.]

[Princess, you’re so beautiful!]

[What’s with the beautiful princess?]

[Pretty Mom, good afternoon, just came back from cutting pig grass. Your family’s little beauty is really beautiful! [Kiss][Handshake][Handshake]]

[Laughing at the comment above.]

[Grandma, please post more photos of the princess.]

[Princess’ beauty perfectly describes what is called more beautiful than flowers.]

[Woah! Woah! First time seeing a selfie in LIVE format.]

[Without meaning to flatter or belittle, I just think Princess Viola’s beauty is much higher than Sylvia Thompson’s!]

[As expected of a princess! Brilliant!]

[So, where’s the dog?]

Mrs. Thompson browsed the comments section with a slight smile on her lips.

It was so nice!

She loved to see internet users praising Viola.

“Mom!”

Mary came walking over.

“Mary is back.” Mrs. Thompson was in a good mood today, smiling and greeting Mary.

“Well, I just got home.”

Viola looked up slightly, “Mom.”

“Viola!”

Reacting like Mrs. Thompson, Mary trotted over and gave Viola a big hug.

It was only when she truly and solidly held Viola in her arms that Mary could feel her daughter was really back by her side, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

After a moment, Mary released Viola and looked at Bread with a smile, “Viola, is this the dog you brought back?”

“Yes.” Viola nodded slightly.

Mary reached out and touched Bread’s head, “It’s so skinny! It needs to get some nutrients!”

“Yes, Bread has always been a stray, so he’s a bit malnourished.”