Chapter 694: 226: Sentenced to death! _7
 

Whether it is the Thompson Clan or Viola Thompson, they had done all they could for Edward Thompson!

Mary Perryne understood, as a mom, that she needed to let go when her son was grown.

Moreover, what Mrs. Thompson said was absolutely right, Edward was to blame for this mess.

Since he’s made mistakes, he should pay the price for them.

Mary wiped away her tears and then quickly caught up with Mrs. Thompson’s pace.

Soon, Mrs. Thompson and Mary returned to the Thompson Family Manor.

Viola was busy making milk tea.

As soon as they stepped into the living room, they smelled a faint scent of milk, mixed with an aroma of tea.

“Grandma, Mom, you’re back,” Viola responded with a smile. “Did everything go smoothly?”

“Very smooth.” Mrs. Thompson replied in delight: “I’m exhilarated! Sophie Cooper has been sentenced to death and will likely be executed in the next few days.”

The thought of Sylvia Thompson’s fate ending this way made Mrs. Thompson feel so relieved.

Then, Mrs. Thompson continued: “I heard that the reason Sophie Cooper’s murder case was finally solved was thanks to a Boss named S. Do you know who this S is, Viola?”

For some reason, Mrs. Thompson had a hunch that Viola had something to do with this S.

After all, Viola had said that she knew people at the police station.

Plus, recently Viola had been coming home late.

Perhaps it was thanks to Viola’s efforts that Edward’s case was cracked so quickly.

Viola shook her head gently, present but reserved, appearing as if none of this was related to her. “I don’t know either.” She said.

She had never intended to expose her role to the world.

“You don’t know?” Mrs. Thompson was quite surprised.

“I don’t know.” Viola then seemed to remember something. “Grandma, I have made milk tea. Let me serve it to you and mom.”

“You made milk tea?” Mrs. Thompson was shocked.

She instantly remembered Viola’s atrocious instant noodle cooking skills.

So… was her milk tea even drinkable?

“Yes.” Viola nodded slightly, “I’ll get it now.”

Looking at Viola’s back, Mrs. Thompson turned towards Mary and sighed. “Oh, Mary, wouldn’t life be wonderful if we didn’t have a sense of taste!”

That way they could compliment her cooking without feeling guilty.

In response, Mary chuckled: “No matter how unpleasant Viola’s milk tea might be, in my eyes, it is always the best.”

Moreover, how bad can a cup of milk tea be, really?

Mary thought Mrs. Thompson was a bit overly dramatic.

Mrs. Thompson shook her head and sighed: “Naive.”

Soon, Viola brought two cups of milk tea, each for Mrs. Thompson and Mary respectively, and looked at them eagerly. “Grandma, mom, have a taste. How’s the flavour?”

Mary picked up the cup, sniffed it and said with a smile: “The moment I stepped into the doorway, I smelled a pleasant aroma. It’s so fragrant that I’m sure it has to taste even better!”

Actually, Mary didn’t really like milk tea. She always felt milk tea would compromise the purity of the tea.

But now, she found milk tea tasted better than just tea.

Most importantly, with Viola around, drinking milk tea wouldn’t cause her to gain weight.

Now her drinking habits were the same as Viola’s, enjoying milk tea almost every day.

After speaking, Mary took a sip.

The moment the milk tea entered her mouth, Mary truly comprehended the meaning of Mrs. Thompson’s words – how great it would be if humans had no sense of taste.

She was drinking the saltiest, bitterest, and sourest milk tea she’d ever had for the first time in her life.

Why on earth was there milk tea so hard to swallow!

The worst part was, Viola was gazing at her with eager and innocent eyes, her beautiful peach-blossom pupils twinkling like little stars in the sky, rendering one unable to deliver any harsh words.

“Mom, is it good?”

Struggling to swallow the milk tea, Mary said with a strained smile: “Good, it’s… it’s quite delicious!”

Filled with pride by Mary’s compliment, Viola immediately gave Mary another cup. “Mom, you can have more. I made a lot!”

Viola got this milk tea recipe at a great cost. This recipe was only available to royal families in ancient Europe. She was confident it could not taste bad.

Viola was extremely confident in herself!

Upon hearing this, Mary, who was holding the milk tea in her hand, shivered slightly, almost choking on her own saliva.

Mrs. Thompson was holding back her laughter and covering her mouth, concerned that her dentures might fall out if she wasn’t careful.

At that moment, Viola turned to Mrs. Thompson, “Grandma, have a taste.”

Mrs. Thompson: “…” She was wrong, she shouldn’t have made fun of Mary.

On the other side.

Edward Thompson didn’t go straight home. Instead, he drove to the police station to present the officers with a silk banner.

The People’s Police had been able to bring him justice.

He was so grateful to them!

After presenting the silk banner, Edward Thompson left the police station.

At that moment, Officer Kim ran up from behind, “Mr. Thompson, please wait.”

“Officer Kim.” Edward turned around and looked at her, “Is there anything else you need?”

Officer Kim replied, her expression as detached as ever. “I think…I need to clarify something for you.”

Instinctively.

Edward felt that what Officer Kim was about to tell him was crucially important, so he said very seriously: “Officer Kim, please go ahead.”

Officer Kim then said: “The reason you were exonerated and have managed to walk under the sun again is not entirely our merit. There is another person who deserves most of the credit. If not for her, you would still be detained. I’m sure you know how adverse the initial evidence was for you. The most crucial evidence was found by her, the surveillance memory card was repaired by her. The person who didn’t sleep for 24 hours and constantly commuted between your apartment and Maureen Fitzell’s house was her. So, the person you should be most grateful to is her, not us.”

Upon hearing this, Edward exclaimed in surprise: “Is it Boss S?”

When he saw stuff about Boss S online, Edward just thought it was created by netizens to engage conversation.

Now it seemed like Boss S was a real person.

It seemed Edward genuinely did not know any of this.

Officer Kim emphasized each word: “This S is someone you know.”

At this, Edward’s eyes widened in surprise.

He knew them!

Who was it?

Officer Kim then stated: “S refers to Miss Viola Thompson.”