#EdithLaurierRespondsToMrsBishop#
The topic shot to the top of the trending list. Netizens clicked on it excitedly, only to find Edith had posted a single sentence.
“My silence is a mercy to you.”
Anyone who wasn’t an idiot could read the hidden meaning between the lines.
This only fueled the netizens' excitement. They flocked to Mrs. Bishop’s account, demanding she respond to Edith’s statement.
The person controlling Edith’s account was none other than Penelope. She had just registered it and, fearing it would go unnoticed, paid a hefty sum to boost its visibility and get it trending.
“The woman they thought was dead has spoken. She must be scared to death right now,” Norton chuckled.
Penelope shook her head. “She can guess who I am.”
“Really?”
Penelope had visited the Bishop family years ago, so Mrs. Bishop could naturally guess her identity.
“Edith’s daughter?”
It wasn't just Mrs. Bishop; Yvonne had guessed it too.
Mrs. Bishop squinted at the message posted by the account under Edith’s name.
“Edith is dead. The person who sent this message can’t be anyone else. It must be her.”
“Her daughter is also named Penelope. Could it be…” Yvonne trailed off.
Mrs. Bishop knew what her daughter was about to say and smiled confidently. “They are not the same person.”
“But Penelope has been standing up for Edith this whole time. Don’t you find that strange?”
“I suspect she simply has a grudge against us, rather than specifically defending Edith.”
“I still feel uneasy.”
Mrs. Bishop patted Yvonne’s hand, a slight tug at her lips. “Edith was terminally ill back then. She brought her daughter to see me, hoping I would agree to let the girl be formally acknowledged by the family. I’ve seen her daughter, so of course, I know what she looks like.”
Yvonne relaxed a little at her words.

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