Chapter 86

Chapter 86:

Bryan escorted Vivian to the secluded living room reserved for his use alone, where none could venture without his permission.

On the sofa, tears etched Vivian’s cheeks as she said, “Bryan, this isn’t fair. How am I less than her? My love for you is true, but her? It’s your wealth she’s after!”

His expression tightened at her words. “You’re targeting the wrong person,” he said.

Eileen reached the top of the staircase just in time to catch their words. A hopeful flutter began in her chest.

Was Bryan actually taking her side against Vivian? A fleeting joy bubbled within, only to be quenched by his next utterance.

“She’s merely a distraction,” Bryan said.

The realization stung. Eileen pressed her lips together, questioning her decision to come here.

Yet, in a twisted way, this clarity was a balm, offering her peace in understanding her true standing.

Eileen tightened her hold on the card as tears fell down her face.

Without a sound, she retreated down the stairs.

On the upper floor, Vivian and Bryan’s confrontation continued. With composure regained, Vivian’s voice was softer. “Bryan, losing my cool was wrong, but it’s hard for me to watch you with another woman. Have you considered that if you end things with her and the money stops, she might turn vindictive? What if she—”

She halted, her thoughts teetering on a precipice. She didn’t know if Bryan knew that Eileen was pregnant.

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She added, “What if she turns on the company, or worse?”

“She’s not a threat,” Bryan said, his words short and final. “You need to find a way to persuade my grandmother.”

With that, he turned and went to his room, his exit speaking volumes without a word.

Vivian, driven by a mixture of desperation and resolve, caught him in an embrace from behind. “Bryan, I’m not going anywhere. Take me. Your marital status doesn’t matter. I just want us to be together. Forget about Eileen.”

Her hands awkwardly grappled with his shirt, her efforts to undo the buttons clumsy and futile, but Bryan quickly pulled her hands away with decisiveness.

He faced her, his gaze cold.

The ring of a phone cut through the tense silence—it was Bryan’s.

With a swift motion, he answered, “Hello…”

A brief exchange ensued, and then he turned to Vivian. “Kian is on the line, wondering if you need him to pick you up.”

was instant. “No! I don’t want to

Vivian quickly excused herself to

it’s best to end this deal soon.

I’m doing. Just give

grand window with tempestuous winds swirling outside, warned,

was barely

a stillness enveloped Bryan. Vivian’s tears and Kian’s

she took

to discover if money

echoed in his mind, igniting a tight

rainfall had cleansed the

labeled a mere tool,

her in the courtyard with Stella,

in his gaze, greeting Stella with

next to Stella, he acknowledged

swiftly turned to Stella. “Birthday banquet—how do you plan to manage

Stella replied, “I’ll check with your father about your parents’ return. Full house calls for a grand affair; otherwise, a low-key celebration

she queried, “When is

surveyed the servants bustling in the

parents might return after Zola’s graduation. For now, a modest birthday gathering for me will

see to my grandmother’s birthday arrangements. Keep it to

Dawson,” Eileen replied, stealing a

warmth of the sun did little to soften his cold

briskly, her demeanor untouched by the prior evening’s drama, and gently grasped Stella’s arm. “Your birthday

to Bryan,

to Stella, waiting for her to say something. Eileen believed they wanted to discuss the matter regarding Bryan

a select number of our family’s friends.

was unmistakable as she glanced at Eileen. “What are you

a voice

“Would you help me choose a gift for your grandmother

shifted subtly, and he

was telling, hinting at

go to the office later, Mr. Dawson,” Eileen said. The discomfort was too much, and she was ready to leave

before Bryan could respond, said, “You’re free to go. Manage the internal meetings this morning on

inhaled deeply, steadying

of the previous

scent of rain-soaked

time to spare, she planned a detour to Springvale Lane for a change of attire. Strangely, as she put distance between herself and the Dawson Mansion, a tranquil serenity settled over

found herself swamped with tasks as Bryan’s absence left her to tackle numerous

hands, an affair that had evolved from a simple family meal to an elaborate gathering

the invitations as

Eileen went to deliver the invitation,

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