Vivienne cast a derisive glance at Judith, a sneer etching the corners of her lips. “Judith, do I need to remind you that my mom has only one daughter?”

Judith’s face turned a shade of ashen fury.

That was why her attitude towards Vivienne had turned frosty since she learned that Calista was Scott’s daughter.

Vivienne was the proverbial ungrateful brat. No matter how kind they were to her, how much they poured out their hearts, she always took their kindness for granted, mistaking their genuine concern for meddling interference!

She always acted like she did not give a hoot about the Brooks family.

At first, Judith tolerated Vivienne’s insolence because she owed her life to her. But now…

Scott was not only Calista’s father!

Since Vivienne did not cherish their goodwill, then it was time to lavish all their affection on Calista.

Vivienne gave Judith a sidelong glance, her gaze finally settling on Calista. With a tone of indifference, she said, “Don’t call me family anymore. You don’t deserve it.”

With those words, Vivienne turned on her heel, ready to leave.

Calista, teeth clenched as if nursing a deep grievance, called out, “Vivienne, if you keep this up, the Brooks family won’t be able to put up with you anymore.”

“Oh, really?” Vivienne’s gaze flicked to Scott. “Mr. Brooks, are you going to throw me out?”

Scott fell silent for a moment before saying, “I won’t throw you out.”

Vivienne’s lips curled into a faint smile, and without another word to them, she entered her room.

Once in her room, she pulled out her phone and made a call.

“Vivienne.” The voice on the other end greeted, laced with a hint of warmth.

Vivienne poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and then said, “Calista’s been brought back.”

There was a brief pause on the line before Percival responded in his typically measured tone, “It seems someone has grown impatient.”

“The virus lab of Mr. B hasn’t been found yet,” Vivienne stated coldly.

Don’t worry. I will do everything in my power to save those children.” Percival assured her,

Agency to you.

“Will do.”

Calista, well aware of the humiliation she had endured. He swiftly suggested, “Since yesterday was a misunderstanding, let’s throw

“Thank you, Dad.”

waiting to bring up the subject, but Scott spoke first. Naturally, she accepted, seizing the

her reputation, Calista still had a chance

did it matter if it was all

were currently in a broken

night had not been completely

aware of yesterday’s fiasco and were curious about

entire Brooks family must

watching Calista dressed even more lavishly than the day before, she grew increasingly envious. “How many times has this been? How many illegitimate daughters does the

words were dripping

beside herself with rage upon hearing

seemed to give her a hard

was so

was Kala’s

stand up

those words. Today is your welcome party, and we must redeem ourselves,” Mila said, standing by Calista’s side and

key to the Brooks family. Though

connection existed, she had

clenching. “Mom, I’ve got a plan. My experiment made progress a few days ago. Once I tell

must secure the marriage contract with the Ellingtons,” Mila said, her eyes seething with hatred for

That little wretch!

her mother, always

yet equally elegant evening gown—yesterday’s having been ruined—Calista

grew darker, not

Calista’s smile stiffened.

person came

they disrespecting the Brooks

this a mockery of

then, headlights pierced

and hurried forward with a renewed smile as

Percival!

had

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