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After that, Vivian turned around to leave.

Gordan, who had remained silent all this time, spoke up at this moment, "Vivian, who do you think you are?"

Vivian's back stiffened. She knew that once Gordan spoke, he would definitely say such words. Yes, in his eyes, she was just an ugly monster. How could he possibly follow her?

She pursed her lips, remaining silent.

The moment Gordan spoke, the moment the familiar voice reached her ears, she felt defenseless. If she spoke, he would surely hear the tension in her voice.

Hence, Vivian bit her lip tightly, refusing to speak and reveal her emotions.

When Gordan saw her standing straight without uttering a word, the fire inside him burned even brighter.

He intended to vent his emotions, but he recalled something from the past.

Back when they were still married, Vivian used to cling to him all the time. There was one time when he was annoyed by her constant nagging and reluctantly agreed to go out for dinner with her.

However, the meal turned into a series of unpleasant arguments, and as for why the night turned sour, Gordan had since forgotten.

He only remembered he left without finishing the meal.

Vivian quickly paid the bill and followed him. He vented his frustration at her on the street, expressing his displeasure. Ultimately, Vivian responded by turning her back on him.

Her silhouette was the same as it was now, but the difference lay in the fact that back then, Vivian's shoulders were trembling in the midst of a distressing cry.

He could not look at her face back then. He could only look at her from behind, and the sight had been perplexing, with her shoulders slightly trembling. It stirred a touch of sympathy in his heart.

However, that was just a facade, and Vivian's tactic did not work on him.

Now, Vivian still had her back turned, but she was no longer crying with trembling shoulders. She was not pretending to be pitiful and helpless either.

The frustration in Gordan's heart intensified at the thought of this. He had initially wanted to release his anger, and the words were on the tip of his tongue. However, he involuntarily switched to a different set of words.

"Vivian, do you think people are genuinely good to you? Sharpen up a bit!" Vivian lowered her gaze, a bitter smile appearing on her lips. Yes, she was ugly, so in Gordan's eyes, no one would sincerely treat her well.

However, when she left him, she understood that many people did not judge someone solely based on appearance.

At least Ray genuinely cared for her, and Luca also treated her sincerely.

Her classmates were the same. Appearance was not the only factor to consider when it came to making friends. She was not dating anyone, so why should she judge if they were treating her well based on her looks?

Gordan's words were like a bucket of cold water that was poured over her heart, extinguishing that inexplicable touch of sadness.

Vivian chuckled softly. Perhaps she should thank Gordan. His words were inappropriate, but they quickly woke her up.

"Gordan, not everyone is hung up on looks when making friends." Then, she walked briskly into the residential area, ignoring the man behind her.

As Gordan watched Vivian's confident strides as she walked away, a sense of frustration rose in his heart.

He removed his mask and hat. His eyes were gloomy. Even though Vivian's figure had long disappeared at the entrance of the residential area, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as they remained locked on his target.

There was no peace in his gaze.

Gordan kicked the tree trunk near him.

Summer had arrived, and the trees were bursting with vitality, but a few leaves were still kicked down by him.

"Fuck!" Gordan cursed, glancing at the time before turning around.

He originally had things to do today. If it were not for him seeing Aaron and Vivian walking together, he would not have abandoned his important task and followed them...

After walking a few steps, Gordan suddenly thought of a question. Why did he follow them?

Was he worried about Vivian?

No!

He quickly denied it in his heart. It was just that he saw Aaron, his enemy, and wanted to seize an opportunity for a sneak attack.

On the other hand, Vivian quickly returned to the apartment building and turned around to look back. When she did not see Gordan, her tense nerves relaxed. However, they were replaced by an overwhelming wave of disappointment.

It seemed that Gordan was really not following her, and it was not the romantic scenario she had imagined.

The scenes of a divorced husband regretting his decision, being unable to let go, and stalking his exwife only happened in novels and TV dramas, usually with exceptionally beautiful women. They would not happen to her.

"Vivian, what are you thinking? How could the man who hates you possibly like you?" Vivian muttered to herself, pressing the elevator button.

The elevator reached the first floor. She stepped in, pressing the button for her apartment floor.

Vivian still saw the disappointment in her eyes through the mirror in the elevator.

She slightly furrowed her brows when she saw the disappointed look. She felt that she was being weak.

Even if she could not let him go and even if she still liked him, she could not show it.

That way, she could live a better life...

...

After leaving Percy's villa, Karen did not go back to Mallory Manor. She knew that if she went back, Old Master Mallory would definitely not let her off.

The words the old master said yesterday kept replaying in her mind. Together with what Luke said today about sending information to Old Master Mallory, her intuition was telling her things were not looking good.

What did Luke send to Old Master Mallory?

Therefore, Karen waited until half past ten in the evening. She observed as the time exceeded the old master's usual resting hour. She then allowed her subordinate to escort her back to Mallory Manor.

Karen stood in the garden and looked at the well-lit rooms in the manor. She felt a subtle unease, but she comforted herself when she thought about how the housekeeper usually kept the lights on until midnight.

Old Master Mallory would probably be in bed by ten at night, and as long as nothing important happened, he would not stay up to wait for her.

After all, that was the doctor's advice.

The old master valued his life, so he consistently followed a strict routine.

It was almost 11 o'clock. Old Master Mallory must have already gone to sleep by now. He would not stay up waiting for her over such trivial matters.

Karen reassured herself with these thoughts, increasingly convinced that Old Master Mallory had indeed gone to bed. Thus, she walked briskly inside.

In the living room, Old Master Mallory was sitting on the sofa.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Karen was slightly stunned when she saw that Old Master Mallory was still awake. She could not help but wonder why he had not slept yet.

Old Master Mallory was sitting with his eyes closed, resting. When he heard footsteps, he did not open his eyes but asked Mr. Bennet, who stood beside him, "Is she back?"

"Yes, sir. She's back," Mr. Bennet glanced at Karen without any expression on his face. He simply reported to the old master.

Only then did Old Master Mallory slowly open his eyes. "Karen."

"Father, why aren't you resting? Didn't the doctor say you shouldn't stay up late?" Karen knew there was no way she could escape.

Hence, she approached him with a smile. She hoped that Old Master Mallory would consider the two heirs she had given to the Mallory family and her ties to the Ruiz family. Perhaps that would ease things up a bit.