The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Speaking of that brilliantly talented woman, Grandpa was filled with immense regret.

“Your grandfather and I were the best of friends. After we left the military, we stayed in close contact. Even after we all got married and had kids, we used to get together all the time. Your father and Silas’s father used to be incredibly close!”

Vivian lowered her eyes, appearing engrossed in studying the chessboard. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Grandpa shook his head. “But for some reason, they had a major falling out later on. Combined with your family moving to Southampton, we naturally lost touch… The feuds of the younger generation were beyond my control.”

Just lost touch?

After a long pause.

Vivian looked up, the smile in her eyes acting as a perfect net to mask all her complex

emotions.

“It’s alright. I’m back now, aren’t I? It just goes to show how deeply intertwined our families are. It’s a bond that can’t be severed.”

Grandpa laughed heartily, speaking with absolute candor. “You really are just like your mother. To be completely honest with you, your father never deserved her.”

Vivian’s clear eyes fluttered as if she had finally found a kindred spirit.

“I completely agree.”

The old man and the young woman hit it off perfectly. The housekeeper had to call them for dinner multiple times with no response. Finally, Silas, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn’t take it anymore and coldly reminded them, “The chef is calling us to eat. If your ears don’t work, maybe you should donate them?”

Vivian didn’t even have to say a word; Grandpa immediately shot Silas a withering glare.

“What’s the rush? Your ears might work, but your mouth and your eyes are completely useless!”

“Let’s go eat, Vivian. Ignore him!”

Vivian fought back a smile. Why was she suddenly starting to feel a tiny bit sorry for Silas?

At the dining table, Grandpa pushed all the best dishes directly in front of Vivian. “Eat up, you’re way too skinny.”

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Vivian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Grandpa, Silas can’t reach anything if you do that.”

“Starving a little won’t kill him…”

Grandpa muttered under his breath, but a flash of guilt must have hit him because he haphazardly tossed a few pieces of food onto Silas’s plate. “Eat. Don’t waste your wife’s kindness.”

Silas’s lips twitched. He directed his dark, predatory gaze exactly where Vivian sat, his voice dripping with ice. “Right. Her kindness.”

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Vivian took a quiet sip of her soup, feeling perfectly innocent.

Why did these two always insist on dragging her into their crossfire?

Then again, she reasoned, without this exact dynamic, she wouldn’t have been able to marry Silas so smoothly.

After the seemingly cozy dinner, Grandpa casually suggested they stay the night at the manor. His reasoning was impossible to refuse-

“It’s always just me in this big, empty house. You two rarely visit. Can’t you just let an old man be happy for one night?”

Silas’s brow furrowed tightly. He was visibly reluctant.

But perhaps his conscience got the better of him.

He ultimately kept his mouth shut.

As the night deepened, Vivian sat on the patio swing, looking up at the perfect, silver moon illuminating the sky.

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