“She’s in the bedroom.”


    Issac warned.


    Dixon pushed open the bedroom door and walked in. His hanging heart dropped when he saw Vivian lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, and all was well.


    “Vivian, are you all right?”


    “Dixon, you … ‘Carl’ is in danger, you hurry to find him!”


    The two people saw each other at the same time spoke and said.


    “Look at yourself, and you’re still worried about him?”


    Dixon walked to the bed and sat down, lifted the corner of the bedding, put Vivian’s wrist t, raised his hand to help her pulse.


    After a long time, he noticed that there was nothing unusual about her body and took a look at the bowl of medicine still on the table, then sighed and said, “It’s okay, it’ll be fer. I will not let him go if I meet him!”


    “You don’t have to worry about me, go find Carl.”


    Vivian’s body gradually recovered, he was able to raise his hand to tug Dixon’s sleeve, begging.


    Issac, on the other hand, stood in the bedroom doorway, hands in his pants pockets, leaning against the door frame and watching them without saying a word.


    But just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from the living room …


    “Vivian?!”


    Just now Dixon came in, Issac did not close the suite door, but only half cover the door.


    Morris, who came inte, pushed the door straight in and called out.


    Overly worried about Vivian, he removed all pretense, even the voice and address are in ordance with the previous habits.


    He nced at Issac, passed him directly, walked to the front of the bed, grabbed Dixon’s clothes and took him aside. Morris sat on the escort chair, holding Vivian’s hand in great tension, hissing, “how are you? Are you ok? Sorry, I’mte.”Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    Morris is full of Vivian, no time to care about other things, only to care about whether she is okay, so ignore a few people aside.


    Especially Issac.


    When Issac heard the word ‘Vivian’, he jerked his nerves and stood up straight.


    Looking back to the living room, the person who walked in was ‘Carl’, and he thought he was hearing things. But the moment ‘Carl’ quickly walked past him and yanked Dixon away, sitting next to Vivian and holding her hand, Issac’s pupils suddenly went cold as frost.


    He is … “Morris?!?”


    The man’s fists clenched, a hostility steep and born.


    The eyes on Morris filled with anger and hatred, the clenched fist bruises.


    The man’s gaze shifted and fell on Vivian, who was also staring at him.


    Four eyes facing each other, Vivian watery eyes full of guilt and self-recrimination, “Issac, I’m sorry.”


    I’m really sorry.


    She had lied to him.


    The moment Morris faked his death, Issac believed the truth and let go of the hatred between him and Morris, and also loved Vivian, and even married Antina to protect Vivian.


    But Issac in any case did not expect, Vivian joint Morris together with the y, a big funeral, deceived everyone.


    Including … him!


    At this moment, disappointment and irony rushed into his heart, heughed at himself, as if he was a fool to be fooled by them.


    Issac that pair of eyes seems to be an instant from the beautiful spring into the depression of winter, bing dull.


    Sad, ridiculous, self-deprecating and other emotions make him instantly give people a sense of decadence, deeply stabbed Vivian.


    She felt her physical state soothe a lot, lifted the bedding and sat up, “I didn’t mean to hide it, I’m sorry.”


    Caught between Morris and Issac, Vivian was in pain.


    On one side was the love of her life, and on the other was the man who had fought so many times to save her life.