Spencer's POV:
"Vivian, do you think James is still alive? Is it possible?"
I put down my cutlery and stared at Vivian. Suddenly, I was no longer in the mood to eat.
"I sincerely hope so. I just couldn't understand the whole thing. Who sent the message to Charles anyway?"
Vivian leaned against the back of her seat and tapped her slender fingers on the table.
"I don't know. Charles said the message was from a number he didn't recognize. He's still trying to track down the message's origin."
Back then, Rita took James away and tossed him into the ocean in front of Charles and Scarlett. There was no way that he could've survived.
But could someone have intervened and saved James?
Who could that person be? Was it the same one who sent Charles the message?
What could he or she possibly want with Charles after keeping James hidden for a whole year?
These questions were like puzzles that Vivian and I couldn't wait to solve.
"We should start with some acquaintances," Vivian murmured.
"Acquaintances? Who do you mean?" I looked at her in confusion.
Vivian rolled her eyes at me and retorted, "Those who have schemed against Scarlett before."
That was when it all started making sense to me.
I nodded and fished my phone out of my pocket. I dialed Charles's number.
"Charles, start investigating those who hurt Scarlett before. They're the most suspicious."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then it went dead. Charles had hung up.
He must have understood what I meant right away.
I breathed a sigh of relief. When I turned around and saw Vivian's charming face, I couldn't help holding her face and giving her a big kiss on the cheek.
"You are such a smart woman. Charles didn't say anything when I told him to check out those who wronged Scarlett before, but I'm sure he's already hired someone to investigate. We should get updates soon."
Vivian shook off my hands, wrinkled her nose, and wiped her cheek with her hand.
"Compliments are easy. Why don't you give me some real rewards to show your appreciation?" Vivian smiled and extended her palm. I took her hand and pulled her into my arms. Then, I whispered in her ear.
"Don't worry. I will reward you in bed tonight."
"What? No! I'm talking about money! Give me some money!" Vivian moaned and pushed me away. Her eyes gleamed with the kind of mischief that amused and worried me at the same time.
Whenever money was mentioned, Vivian got all riled up like a hungry little mouse that just sniffed out cheese.
"Fine. I will give you money, you little miser. Your husband has nothing but that."
I playfully pinched Vivian's nose, kissed her again, and held her in my arms.
"But seriously, though, I really hope James is still alive."
Vivian turned somber all of a sudden.
"Me, too. He's the only chance for Charles and Scarlett to get back together and start over."
After those words left my lips, my heart swelled with infinite expectations.
Vivian's POV:
At the restaurant, Spencer and I felt happy and content in each other's arms.
Suddenly, my phone rang. Gemma was calling.
I showed Spencer my phone and chuckled.
"Look, someone's rushing to give me money."
Spencer laughed and pinched my cheek. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Trust me. Your mother's calling me right now to tell me this," I started, put on a serious expression, and imitated the way Gemma spoke, "You material girl, here's some money. Take it and leave my son alone. He's not someone you can even dream of."
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Farewell To My Endless Love