Old Madam Grant couldn’t help but sigh again: "She is the fallen phoenix of The Grant Family. If one day she could rise from the ashes, it would be a good thing for the entire family!"
"So I absolutely won’t let her leave The Grant Family!"
Mrs. Archer nodded in agreent, feeling the sa as Old Madam Grant.
"Young Madam just hasn’t figured it out yet."
Old Madam Grant seed a bit anxious: "But my days are numbered!"
"I, at most, have half a year left."
"So I can’t wait any longer."
"The wisdom of the matriarch of a family determines whether the family will prosper or decline."
"This is also why I am so fond of Vivian."
"She once sacrificed her future and dreams for The Sinclair Family to marry into The Grant Family, and she’ll certainly sacrifice for The Grant Family in the future too."
"Such a woman will definitely help The Grant Family go further!"
"But it’s infuriating how Austin Grant, with his wooden head, cares so much about romance and relationships, what’s the point?"
"He can’t see Vivian’s good qualities at all!"
"No, I must take so harsher asures!"
"I need Vivian to recognize the harshness of reality. Only by relying on The Grant Family can she continue to live like a person."
"And I also need Austin Grant to see the shining points of Vivian, and it would be even better if he falls in love with her."
"Before I pass away, Vivian must completely dismiss the idea of divorcing and leaving The Grant Family!"
Hearing these words, Mrs. Archer felt a slight tremble in her heart.
It is true that Old Madam Grant genuinely loves Young Madam.
But it’s also true that everything is for The Grant Family and reality’s sake.
Vivian Sinclair heard a commotion downstairs and knew it was Austin Grant bringing Zoe Monroe back.
She went to the window and slightly opened the curtains.
Downstairs, a stretched Rolls Royce was parked.
Austin Grant carefully held Zoe Monroe, as if she were a treasure, and carried her out of the car.
Zoe, with bandages on her head, bashfully nestled in Austin Grant’s arms.
The two, accompanied by the butler and servants, entered the house amid laughter and chatter. As the outside of the door quickly returned to silence, Vivian Sinclair forcefully closed the curtains.
That night, she did not go downstairs.
The next day, Vivian Sinclair was woken up by the sound of things being smashed before she even woke up completely.
She rubbed her sore back and sat blankly on the bed.
Jasmine knocked and ca in. Seeing that she was awake, she imdiately complained: "Young Madam, can’t even let you have a good sleep. It’s too much!"
Vivian Sinclair: "What’s happening? Is the house being renovated?"
Jasmine: "Isn’t it all because of that Zoe Monroe!"
"There are three rooms on the third floor. Young Madam, you live in the east room, and recently, Master is living next door."
"The other room, the one on the far west, is usually kept as a guest room."
"Zoe Monroe stayed there last night and pretended modestly, saying ’it’s okay,’ as long as there’s a bed for her, she’ll be satisfied."
"Ha, that room is probably three to five tis bigger than any in her own ho!"
"Guess what she did?"
"First, she fell in the bathroom, claiming the floor was too slippery and the bathroom wasn’t spacious enough."
"Then she bumped into the wardrobe, saying she couldn’t adapt to the new environnt because she was used to having a separate walk-in closet."
"At midnight, she complained about mosquitoes and lizards, saying the room had an odd sll from not being used and it kept her awake from being overwheld by it..."
"Ha, I’ve never seen such a high-maintenance woman!"
"Even if that guest room hasn’t been used, the maids clean it daily, ensuring there’s not a speck of dust, yet she could still find so many faults!"
Vivian Sinclair: "So, is that room being renovated now?"
Jasmine: "They’re changing the cabinet and have replaced the bed."
What Vivian Sinclair thought was: Even if they use the best materials for new furniture, isn’t there still formaldehyde?
And with such a fuss because of Zoe Monroe, even Lillian Rivers chose to ignore it.
Clearly, she was the one who paid to send Zoe Monroe abroad.
Now they can let bygones be bygones and live under the sa roof.
It seems... they’ve found a common enemy to contend with.
That’s .
Or perhaps, Lillian Rivers intends to use both Zoe Monroe and to eliminate each other.
She wants to watch from the sidelines and see the fight unfold.
Vivian Sinclair let out a cold laugh: "It won’t be that easy."
But when it ca to breakfast, Austin Grant looked at Vivian Sinclair and said: "Vivian, move to the guest room, let Miss Monroe use the master bedroom on the second floor for a while."
It wasn’t a discussion, but an order.
Vivian Sinclair looked up at Austin Grant, her gaze seed to ask: Are you insane?
Before she could voice her refusal, Zoe Monroe chid in first: "Madam President, you’re not mad at , are you?"
"It’s all because I have allergic rhinitis. The President didn’t know this, so I just found out this morning after changing the furniture."
"The sll of new furniture is really unbearable..."
Vivian Sinclair: "Aren’t there guest rooms on the first floor?"
"With Miss Monroe’s injuries, perhaps staying on the first floor would be more convenient."
Zoe Monroe not only had bandages on her head, but it seed her left leg was also fractured.
It appeared she was really injured badly in that car accident yesterday.
Vivian Sinclair recalled her last car accident, when Austin Grant didn’t even offer a single extra word of concern.
Indeed, love and indifference are truly evident.
After Vivian finished speaking, Zoe Monroe’s eyes quickly turned red, and she lowered her head: "Yes, I also said just living on the first floor would be fine. It’s the President who said the second floor is more convenient, and it would be easier to attend to any situation."
"President Grant, why not let stay on the first floor?"
"It was already difficult to ask the President’s wife to move out, so staying alone on the first floor is no problem for ..."
Austin Grant slamd the fork on the table heavily.
Turning his head to look at Vivian, his face was full of displeasure: "Vivian, when did you also beco so cold-blooded?"
"Clearly, you used to be so understanding, but now, even if you’re jealous, there should be a limit!"
"Do you know, if Miss Monroe hadn’t risked herself to save yesterday, the injured one would be ?"
"As my wife, not thanking her is one thing, but you’re not even willing to give up your spacious bedroom for her."
"Vivian, you really are disappointing."
The disappointnt in Austin’s eyes, if it were before, would surely have crushed Vivian’s emotional defenses.
But now?
It’s just a few hurtful words that feel no more than a sting.
She also threw her chopsticks onto the ground.
"I said, no way!"
"My room, my bed, if she wants to sleep there, she’ll have to step over first!"
Vivian’s attitude was equally resolute.
This was sothing Austin had barely seen before.
Is she really going to openly defy him?
Austin let out a cold laugh.
He signaled the housekeeper.
"Go, move the Young Madam’s belongings to the room on the west side."
"Then move Miss Monroe’s belongings to the Young Madam’s room."
Housekeeper: "Yes, Young Master."
A group of servants imdiately went upstairs.
Austin ignored Vivian’s increasingly pale face and leaned forward: "Vivian, this is The Grant Family."
"Everything here is not for you, the Young Madam, to decide."
"You need to know who is truly in charge in this house."
Vivian said nothing, only stared at Austin.
Beside them, Zoe Monroe seed very anxious: "President Grant, please don’t argue with the President’s wife because of ."
"This is all my fault."
"The Madam is pregnant, and I am insignificant. Please prioritize her!"
Austin interrupted sternly: "Just because she’s pregnant, is that not enough for her arrogance?"
"Miss Monroe is too compassionate, to still be so kind to soone who has always been hostile to you."
"Vivian, don’t you feel guilty?"
Zoe Monroe seed worriedly looking at Vivian’s belly: "But... the room has just been furnished with new furniture..."
Austin: "Enough."
"I’ve already decided on this matter, no need to waste words."
"As for the new furniture, items from The Grant Family won’t harm the baby."
"Zoe, have you finished eating?"
"I’ll carry you back to your room to rest."
Zoe reluctantly agreed.
Austin carried her upstairs, giving Vivian a aningful look.
Vivian, in this Grant Family, I hope you can quickly understand your position.
If you remain sensible like before, for the sake of the child, he wouldn’t mind occasionally coaxing you gently.
If not, the good days before delivery are numbered!
Vivian didn’t even turn her head.
The chopsticks were thrown, so she picked up the fork.
After stuffing the last bite of dumpling into her mouth, she chewed slowly and swallowed.
Vivian was intentionally provoking Austin Grant.
She wanted to see where her limits were in this family.
And throughout the process, neither Old Madam Grant, who claid to support her, nor Lillian Rivers, who enjoyed watching, appeared.
Indeed, things are worse than she thought.
It seems even Grandma wants to push her to so extent.
Grandma’s intentions were not a surprise to Vivian; she wanted Vivian to humble herself and win back Austin’s heart.
Lillian Rivers’ thods subsequently made Vivian shiver.
"Young Madam, isn’t the sll too strong? You’re pregnant, how can anyone live here?"
Jasmine stood behind Vivian, red-eyed, with even her eyes stinging and throat itching; let alone Vivian.
She quickly pulled Vivian out of the room, shaking with anger.
"I’ve already inquired, it’s the Madam who decided on the wardrobe and bed."
"If she didn’t want Zoe Monroe to move in, she could have told the Young Master directly. Why do sothing harmful like this?"
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