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Viola Thompson nodded, “Yeah, I don’t like it.”

Even if she hated wasting food again, she couldn’t eat the osmanthus.

Osmanthus was a flavor she really disliked.

If she forced herself to eat it, she would vomit it right back out.

Mrs. Thompson looked at Viola, her face still calm, but her heartbeat quickened, “Viola, do your parents like eating osmanthus?”

If Viola’s parents also disliked osmanthus, it could only mean that Viola’s family had the same genetic trait as the Thompson Clan. After all, they both had the surname Thompson.

“I don’t know.” Viola shook her head slightly.

Don’t know?

Mrs. Thompson immediately asked, “Have they eaten any osmanthus-related food?”

“I don’t know.” Viola still shook her head, then explained, “I was adopted by my foster parents from the welfare institution. Later, some things happened, and my grandmother took me to the countryside, where I lived tor eighteen years.”

Orphan.

Hearing these words, Mrs. Thompson’s heart tightened again.

Viola turned out to be an orphan.

Doesn’t like osmanthus.

Is an orphan.

Could it be…

That Viola was her long-lost granddaughter.

Mrs. Thompson suppressed the excitement in her heart and continued, “Viola, when were you adopted?”

Viola shook her head slightly, “I am not sure.”

“What about your birthday?”

“August.” Viola answered.

Only then did Mrs. Thompson remember that when Viola had visited the Thompson family previously, she had asked the same question.

Viola Thompson was born in January.

Mrs. Thompson frowned slightly and continued, “Viola, can I take a look at your left arm?”

“Sure.” Viola nodded lightly, rolling up her sleeve. There was no red birthmark on her fair skin.

What replaced it was a shocking scar.

Scar?

Mrs. Thompson looked at Viola’s arm, unable to speak for a long time.

She had thought that Viola was Viola Thompson.

But she didn’t expect…

After a moment, Mrs. Thompson sighed deeply.

Viola noticed Mrs. Thompson’s concerns and smiled comfortingly, “Mrs. Thompson, I believe you will definitely find your granddaughter.”

“Mm.” Mrs. Thompson nodded.

After a pause, Mrs. Thompson asked, “Viola, how did you get the scar on your hand? The wound looks deep; it must have been very painful at the time, right?”

Viola spoke softly, “I’ve had this scar for as long as I can remember. I’m not exactly sure how it happened.”

It’s normal for a child to be mischievous and have scars on their body, so Mrs. Thompson didn’t ask any further, and continued, “Viola, have you ever thought about looking for your own family?”

Viola remained calm, looked into the distance, and after a moment, she said,

“I don’t know.”

As she spoke, she continued, “If I was abandoned by my parents, then there’s no need to look for them.’

Not only did Viola share the same name and surname as her, even their experiences were almost identical.

In her previous life, she was also an orphan.

She yearned for affection, but at the same time, she feared being defeated by reality.

So, she had never looked for her birth parents.

“Viola, believe me, there are no parents in this world who would abandon their children.” Mrs. Thompson grabbed Viola’s hand, “I believe your parents are definitely looking for you too.”

“Maybe.” Viola said.

Mrs. Thompson’s eyes were slightly red, “I haven’t told you about my granddaughter’s story yet, have I?”

At this point, Mrs. Thompson continued, “If you don’t find it bothersome, I can tell you.”

Viola nodded lightly, “Mrs. Thompson, I’m willing to listen.”

Mrs. Thompson took a deep breath and continued, “My granddaughter’s name is Viola Thompson. The name has the character for ‘woman’ and ‘smile’ in it. I gave her this name, hoping she could live happily and joyously…”

At that time, Mrs. Thompson hoped that her only granddaughter would live a life of safety and happiness. She never imagined that fate would play such a big joke on her.

“When Viola was born, I was in Country M on a mission. The other party was a drug lord. We followed him for over half a year, and finally traced him to his lair, where we gathered all the evidence. I initially thought I would return to see her after completing the mission, but…”

At this point, Mrs. Thompson was unable to speak through her sobbing.

“I never thought she would be stolen by human traffickers. She went missing for eighteen years, I recited her name for eighteen years, and searched for her for eighteen years. In those early years when she went missing, I couldn’t sleep all night, always searching for her in my dreams…”

Remembering those events, Mrs. Thompson felt more and more miserable.

Over the years, she had never cried in front of others.

This was the first time.

Seeing Mrs. Thompson like this, Viola felt pain in her heart too. She took out a napkin and wiped the tears from Mrs. Thompson’s face, “Mrs. Thompson, believe me, you will definitely find Viola..”