"What??"
Chloe practically bolted upright. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Vivian didn't blink, her voice so detached she could have been discussing the weather. "My grandfather had a close comrade from the old days. When they were younger, they arranged a marriage between our families. Honestly, since my grandfather died, no one brought it up, and I figured it was over. But..."
"But what?"
"But the eldest son of the Sterling family... is blind."
"..." Chloe's expression contorted. "Well, if he's blind, he obviously can't easily find a wife. So they suddenly remembered the arrangement?"
"Yes."
"Your family has two daughters. Why do you have to be the one to marry him?"
"Do you honestly think Dominic would bear to let Amara marry him?"
Obviously not.
Otherwise, Dominic wouldn't have delayed the marriage negotiations for so long.
"What a piece of trash..." Chloe finally breathed out, cursing someone under her breath.
Vivian remained silent, the dappled light from the ceiling reflecting coldly in her eyes.
After finishing their coffee, the thrill of shopping had completely evaporated.
They grabbed a quick meal and went their separate ways.
As soon as Vivian stepped into the Fairchild estate, she immediately spotted Dominic's car parked in the courtyard. He was back.
She paused for a fraction of a second before pushing the door open.
The atmosphere in the living room was suffocating. Dominic hadn't even bothered to change out of his suit. He sat stiffly on the sofa, radiating pure, accusatory fury.
"Vivian, come here."
The moment he saw his daughter walk in, he glared at the empty seat across from him. "Sit."
Vivian walked over, sat down gracefully, and crossed her legs.
"What is it?"
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