The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1076

Vivian took the drawing and treasured it. "It's beautiful. Grandma will keep it safe."

The atmosphere in the private room gradually warmed up. Vivian had Raffy and Niki sit beside her, asking about their school and daily lives.

Gian and Harold chimed in occasionally, while Kirsten chatted with Vivian, making sure things didn't feel awkward.

Seeing the radiant smile on her mother's face, Danielle felt a wave of warmth. No matter what storms raged outside, the warmth of this family reunion was enough to dispel any gloom.

She picked up the coffee set on the table and poured her mother a cup of tea. "Mom, happy birthday. I wish you good health."

"Thank you, dear." Vivian took the cup, her eyes full of mirth. "As long as you're all doing well, I can rest easy."

Niki took the opportunity to present a handmade photo album to Vivian. "Grandma, this is my gift. It's full of our pictures together, and I wrote you a birthday message!"

Vivian opened the album and looked through it, page by page, her eyes welling up with tears. "Oh, Niki, you're such a sweetheart. This is the best gift Grandma has ever received."

The room was still filled with happy chatter and laughter as Vivian leafed through the album Niki had made, a wide smile on her face.

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open again.

Orson Crawford walked in, carrying a lavishly decorated cake box. He wore a deliberately gentle smile. "Vivian, glad I'm not too late. Happy birthday."

Niki and Raffy, frightened by the tense atmosphere, instinctively hid behind the adults.

Harold frowned, about to step in and smooth things over, but a look from Danielle stopped him.

Orson's smile faltered, and his tone grew heavy. "Vivian, don't push your luck…"

"You dare say another word?" Kirsten cut him off sharply. "This is a restaurant, not a place for you to cause a scene. If you don't leave now, we'll call the police!"

Seeing the wary looks from everyone, Orson knew he wouldn't get what he wanted today. He let out a cold snort, shot Vivian a harsh glare, and turned to leave, slamming the door behind him.