“A despicable man who covets another man’s wife, remember he is my shame. But it doesn’t matter, I will personally put an end to this shame,” jos said.


    This time, he would personally witness that man’s head thrown into the Pacific Ocean to feed the sharks.


    Hawaii, on a private ind.


    The weather was splendid today, with the golden sunlight filling every corner of the ind, even the waves rolling onto the beach shimmered with a diamond-like sparkle.


    Unfortunately, Vivian was not allowed to go to the beach, she could only stay in the garden downstairs for thirty minutes.


    Initially, Vivian would protest, but Charlie was firm. If she dared to anger him, she wouldn’t see the new video of their baby today.


    “The doctor says the baby is recovering well. In another half a month, she can leave the incubator. If her autonomous breathing is smooth, she will stay under observation for a while, and if everything is fine, Noah will bring her back,” Charlie ced a delicious steak in front of Vivian. “How about a ss of champagne to celebrate?”


    “No,” Vivian shook her head, refusing. “I don’t drink.”


    Charlieughed, pouring himself a ss of brandy. “You are so much like your mother, yet not quite.”


    Vivian sensed the longing in his voice. “You loved my mother very much.”


    “Of course,” Charlie took a sip of the strong drink, the burning sensation traveling from his throat to his stomach. “My wife has always longed for a child, but she became infertile from being shot for me. She developed depression, attempted suicide three times a year until Tasneem came into our lives.”


    “We raised Tasneem together.” Charlie looked at the liquid in his ss, his expression gentle as if recalling their past. “Tasneem is not only your grandfather’s daughter but also ours.”


    Vivian stared at Charlie intently. Despite his tender expression andpassionate tone, all filled with love for her mother, Vivian felt a chill in her heart, a sense of injustice. “But you married her to my father.”


    “It was a political marriage,” Charlie stated matter-of-factly. “We did our best to give your mother the best, and she should also give up everything for the family.”


    “But this cannot be called love. Love is not like this.” Vivian stopped eating, feeling nauseated. “This is a transaction.”


    “Don’t waste the food, Vivian,” Charlie cast a calm gaze at her, sending a shiver down Vivian’s spine. “Did the chef’s skill decline? He would be upset.”


    Unable to meet Charlie’s eyes, Vivian lowered her head, cutting the steak stiffly with her left hand. Her left hand had recovered well, but her right hand seemed stiff.


    Charlie didn’t mind her stiffness and quickly shifted his gaze away from her, looking up at the sky, focusing on an unknown point.


    “Bryson was a very outstanding young man back then. Kamden from Houston was impulsive, Fidelio from Washington was powerful, but his sons were not capable.” Charlie’s pace of speech was leisurely, but his enunciation was clear. “ET had to coborate with the local mafia to seek development in the country. Bryson had ambition and the ability to match it, he was the most powerful among that group of young people back then, and both your grandfather and I saw potential in him, reaching a consensus with his father.”


    Vivian lowered her head slightly. She refrained frommenting on Charlie’s words of the past. Noments could change what had be the past.


    But she couldn’t help but mock internally. Her grandfather and Charlie had indeed not misjudged. Compared to Kamden’s death and Shelley’s useless uncles, her father Bryson did possess ambitions and abilities not seen in his peers.


    He was hypocritical, ruthless, and cunning, willing to betray the mafia, seek cooperation with the Bratva, plot Kamden’s death, and create chaos in Houston just to satisfy his thirst for power and ambition.


    Perhaps today’s situation was what her grandfather and Charlie had envisioned, but they had never thought about how her timid and cowardly mother could handle such an ambitious and cunning husband.


    Vivian finished her lunch quickly, cut short her afternoon exercise, and returned to her room on the second floor.


    The room exuded a girlish aura, with everything from the sofa wardrobe to the tiny decorations on the side table in a cute girly style. Therge cupboard in the corner was neatly filled with dolls and stuffed animals.


    Vivian couldn’t help but approach, looking through the ss of the cupboard at the dolls and stuffed animals. Each one inside was well preserved, the dolls’ dresses neatly ironed, though the styles were quite old.


    Vivian could probably guess whose room it used to be, who used to carry these dolls and stuffed animals around the second-floor corridor.


    She just didn’t want to think about it. Each time she did, the tsunami of longing surged within her.


    Camar didn’t often appear on the ind. The only permanent residents on the ind were Charlie, the chef, and the maid, with the doctoring every other day to change Vivian’s bandages and perform check-ups.


    Vivian stood on the balcony, watching the doctor being brought to the ind in the same yacht at the same time for treatment, leaving the same way afterward. She sometimes pondered Camar and their rtionship, but her heart at this moment could only amodate the baby and jos, no one else.


    Once she pretended to have stomach pains, and Charlie contacted the doctor toe over at midnight for her treatment, indicating that the ind was still connected to the outside world, but…


    Vivian’s phone didn’t have any signal.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    Was it only Charlie’s phone that could connect to the outside?


    Vivian couldn’t get an answer. She opened her phone, reying the video. Her daughter opened her eyes today, with a pair of beautiful eyes resembling jos.


    Vivian loved her ocean-blue eyes, but her daughter already had the same golden hair as hers. She didn’t mind her daughter’s eyes resembling her father’s. The light brown eyes were also beautiful, turning amber when filled with sunlight, she liked them very much.


    But Charlie seemed a bit disappointed when he found out the child’s eyes weren’t blue. Vivian guessed he must have thought of her mother, Tasneem.


    “You are recovering better than I imagined, you’re amazing, Vivian,” the doctor, a cheerful and enthusiastic middle-aged woman, praised Vivian without reservation, much like the dazzling sunlight in Hawaii. “After removing the bandages, you’ll be able to start rehabilitation training. Trust me, dear, your hands will be as agile as before.”


    The doctor’s words eased Vivian’s heart, evident from the joy in her tone. “Thank you, doctor, you’ve been very helpful.”


    “No need to thank me, dear, it’s my duty.” After disposing of the used bandages, the doctor washed her hands and left Vivian’s room.