My heart skipped a beat at those words.
It was true. Vivian's stance had always been incredibly firm.
From the very beginning, she had looked down on me and entirely opposed the idea of me becoming her daughter-in-law. Throughout my three-year marriage to Ferris, she never hid her disdain. Later, when I was the one to ask for a divorce, she practically hounded me about it, terrified I might back out.
Even recently, when Ferris publicly announced our marriage, she had gotten into a massive fight with him and stormed out in a rage.
That was when I learned she had already lined up blind dates for Ferris, just waiting for the divorce papers to be signed so he could immediately move on.
Her attitude had always been entirely uncompromising when it came to keeping Ferris and me apart.
But now, she was personally delivering food for me? What was going on?
I stared at Vivian in pure astonishment.
Ferris merely raised an eyebrow, a knowing, triumphant smirk playing on his lips.
"It doesn't matter who it's for, it certainly isn't for you, Lucille. Why do you talk so much?" Vivian's cheeks flushed crimson, her tone defensive and rushed.
She rolled her eyes at Lucille, but turned her body toward me. "There's pigeon soup in there. Drink it while it's hot. I'm leaving."
And with that, she actually spun around and marched right out of the hospital room.
Her steps were so rushed that she nearly tripped over her own feet as she bolted through the door.
After Vivian left, a bizarre, heavy silence settled over the room.
I looked at Ferris, completely baffled, but he just smiled a deeply satisfied smile and reached over to open the container to serve me the soup. "It really is pigeon soup. Your mother-in-law felt terrible about what you went through and specifically brought this to help you recover."


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