Chapter 477

Vivian Grant kept a straight face, clearly not in the mood for pleasantries with Matthew Drake. Alexander Brooks, on the other hand, leaned in with a soft tone, “Tired? Want to close your eyes and rest a bit?” At least that way she wouldn’t have to look at someone she didn't want to see. “Mm-hmm.” Vivian curled up in his arms, found a cozy position, and soon dozed off. Matthew watched the whole thing play out like some outsider, completely invisible to them. He let out a quiet sigh. Honestly, he'd figured out what happened back then with the virus. That whole scheme? His father's doing. The point was to manipulate him into hating Alexander. But so what? He was still his father. And yeah… it was his father who set up the trap that got Clara Scott—Alexander’s aunt—killed. So, it made sense that Vivian had no patience for him. Matthew rubbed his chest, which ached with a dull pressure, and silently moved to the seat up front. Alexander’s sharp eyes locked onto Matthew’s back, a faint flic