Chapter 1807: 436: Always high-profile, never knows to restrain!

Viola Thompson looked at Sweetie with a serious face and said, “Sweetie, I’m not joking with you, I really am not your Gemma.”

Sweetie just looked at Viola Thompson, bit her lip, and the next second, her eyes went red and then ‘waah’ she burst into tears.

She felt so sad.

After much difficulty, she had finally found Gemma, but Gemma didn’t recognize her.

Thinking again how Barton had repeatedly called Gemma a great traitor.

She felt even more distressed.

Sweetie cried louder and louder.

Viola Thompson was completely stunned.

Where had she ever seen such a scene?

At this time, shouldn’t she be handing a tissue to Sweetie, then comforting her with, “Don’t cry, okay? How about I buy you some candy?”

Thinking this, Viola Thompson actually did it. She immediately pulled out a tissue for Sweetie to wipe her tears, “Sweetie, if you stop crying, I’ll buy you some candy, okay?”

Hearing the words “buy candy,” Sweetie cried even more violently

Because she had a cavity, and her previous Gemma never let her eat candy.

But now, Gemma was offering to buy her candy.

Did Gemma not love her anymore?

The passenger door was not open, Sweetie’s cries were loud, attracting quite a few onlookers, with lots of murmurs going around.

Viola Thompson: “…”

She was really not a kidnapper.

“Sweetie, could you please stop crying?” Viola Thompson had no choice but to keep persuading, “If you don’t like candy, I’ll buy you something else that’s tasty.”

Hearing this, Sweetie sniffled, looked up at Viola Thompson, and asked intermittently, “Are you Gemma or not?”

“I am not,” Viola Thompson replied.

Hearing this response, Sweetie’s mouth puckered up again, and she burst into tears.

Her tears fell like they cost nothing.

Watching Sweetie cry like a storm, Viola Thompson felt helpless.

Sweetie cried while squinting to see Viola Thompson’s reaction.

Seeing that Viola Thompson showed no sign of admitting it, her crying intensified even more.

“Are you really Gemma or not?” After crying for a while, Sweetie asked again.

Watching more and more onlookers gather outside the parking lot, Viola Thompson felt compelled to nod and say, “Yes, yes, I am.”

That’s when Sweetie finally broke into a smile, showing a mouthful of big white teeth to Viola Thompson, “Hehehe, I knew you were.”

Viola Thompson: “…”

Sweetie changed faces faster than flipping a book, casually took out a tissue to wipe her face, closed the car door, and then said, “Gemma, let’s get going now.”

“Going? Where to?” Viola Thompson was taken aback.

This child’s mood changed too quickly.

Tying her seatbelt with practiced ease, Sweetie said, “We’re going to eat something delicious, remember? You said if I didn’t cry, you’d take me to eat something yummy.”

Viola Thompson: “…”

Why did she feel like she was being played by this little one?

“Sweetie, how old are you?” Viola Thompson continued to ask.

Sweetie looked at Viola Thompson, frowning and said, “Gemma, have you gone silly? I’m six years old, duh!”

Viola Thompson then said, “If you are out here alone, won’t your family be worried? Tell me, where do you live? I’ll take you home.”

“No,” Sweetie pouted, “I don’t want to go back!”

She had just managed to run away from home.

She didn’t want to go back.

Viola Thompson persisted, “But if you’re out here alone, won’t your family worry?”

“They won’t, they don’t worry about me! I’m so amazing, could I possibly be fooled by kidnappers?” Sweetie said impatiently, “Gemma, don’t waste time, let’s go.”

Viola Thompson: “…”

Does she look like a good person?

Sweetie continued to urge, “Gemma, drive! We’re going to Food Street! They have lots of tasty things there!”

If they didn’t leave now, they’d be wasting time.

Viola Thompson was at a loss for words.

She didn’t know how she had gotten entangled with this little one.

It was a good thing she wasn’t a kidnapper.

“Sweetie, you’re only six years old, being out alone now, your family must be worried. How about this, can you call your family?”

Seeing Viola Thompson like this.

Sweetie sighed.

She thought, maybe Gemma really did lose her memory.

Having no other choice, Sweetie pulled out her clever phone watch and made a call.

“Hello, Grandpa.”

An elderly voice came from the other side, “Sweetie? What’s wrong?”

Sweetie glanced at Viola Thompson next to her, and then said, “Grandpa, I’m going out to play with my sister, can I come back in a few days?”