Golden was sitting on the leather-made sofa with his legs spread. He lowered his head and stared at
Vivian with tender eyes, whom he just took back from the misfortune.
"Golden, my face is better. Don't worry. Let the chauffeur drive me home. I am okay to stay alone."
Vivian leaned against his chest and touched her own swollen face. As she felt it better, she raised her
delicate face to stare at him. She let out a weak breath and said kindly, "Margery hit the wall so bad just
know. She must get hurt. Just go to see her. After all, she is the mom of Andrew."
When hearing her mentioning about Margery's wound, Golden squinted and said coldly, "I don't need
to. I know myself well. She won't hurt much."
"Sorry, she must get mad because I was too close to you…" Vivian curled herself up, looking pitiful.
Suddenly, tears shed down her cheek, "Golden, please don't come to see me anymore! Margery is
your wife and I am her cousin. We can't stay close anymore."
"Wife?" Golden sneered with coldness hidden in his eyes, "If it weren't because of the fact that she
bribed the surgeon to hurt you three years ago, she would never have been my wife."
"Stop, Golden." Vivian looked at him with her tearful eyes and said firmly with her soft voice, "Though
she did hurt me three years ago, now I am lucky enough to wake up again, right? Since she has been
your wife, I won't blame her for this for the sake of you."
"Golden, you should know how awkward our relationship is. We shouldn't meet so often. To be honest,
I really feel bad for hurting Margery and Andrew. I love you. So I should be 100% concerned about you.
I don't want others to gossip about you that you are cruel too both of your own wife and son!"
After saying that, she frowned and had the urge to say something more. However, she held it back,
looking painful.
Of course, she knew Golden well since they had been together for years. She knew what she should
do to make him hate Margery even more.
As expect, Golden looked sullen again. Horrible hatred crawled up his face again, "I will get the custody
of Andrew and make you his stepmother. Then we won't need to face any awkward situation."
"But I don't think it's a good way." Vivian lowered her head, looking timid. Her hairs hung down her face
and happened to cover her complacent face.
Golden hugged her tight and kissed on her cheek, "That's the best way for you! Just do as I said!"
Vivian nodded and smiled with her eyes closed, where there hidden a trace of agitation.
She would never let him know about the truth twenty years ago.
As long as she could stay by his side, she would never let him know the truth!
Margery leaned against the wall, shivering. She covered her ears with her hands with great pain. She
couldn't bear to hear them continue.
Golden actually planned to make Vivian the stepmother of Andrew?!
Margery had nothing left but her son since she lost her whole family three years ago.
How could he be so cruel to her?!
Ten days later, Andrew had almost recovered and there was no post symptom haunting him.
There was no much time left for Margery. She was so afraid that Golden would take him away. After
paying the carer money, she immediately packed everything up and held Andrew in her arms, who was
still sleeping, befuddled. She hurried to get out of the ward and went to the ground floor by taking
elevator. After finishing the discharge procedure, she rushed out of the hospital.
When she finally hopped into the taxi, she felt a bang of pain from her heart. She couldn't help
shivering all over and slouched onto the narrow back seat.
"Lady, be careful."
The driver suddenly noticed that there was a pedestrian rushing out from the roadside. He turned
around to notice her to hold Andrew tight. Then he made a sharp turn. The car scratched the roadside
and then galloped forward.
"Okay." When hearing that, Margery collected herself and hugged Andrew more tightly.
Suddenly, the car jolted fiercely, which woke him up.
Andrew slowly opened his eyes. He immediately felt the trembling hands of his mom. He struggled to
raise his hands to touch her face, "Mom, do you feel hurt? Let me give you a massage. You will be
better then. Are we going home?"
"Yes, we are going home." Margery patted his little hand gently and let out a bitter smile.
However, they were not heading the cold villa of Golden, but the old villa of the Bryne
family.
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