Chapter 70 A Confession to Grandma

Now, she had to remain in Westmoor, and only by assuming the identity of Madam Jacobson could she put their minds at ease. Otherwise, Vivian wouldn't have said so much. She handed the phone to Bernard Jacobson. "Thanks." The playful grin vanished, replaced by a shadow of weariness in her eyes. Seeing her slumped against the car seat, head turned toward the window with a look of dejection, Bernard felt a flicker of pity. "You may be Lilith's fiancé, but I don't mind if you pass on what I just said." Vivian truly wasn't afraid. Even if she stood before Frederick and Lainey Whitehead, she'd say the same. She watched the landscape blur past the window, musing. "I didn't hear a thing." Bernard leaned back, eyes closed, feigning sleep—pretending he knew nothing. His reaction was unexpected. Vivian turned to him. "You're Lilith's fiancé—there's no harm in telling you." "Is that why you agreed to become Grandma's honorary granddaughter?" The man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze impenetrable. V