Chapter 73 The Final Breakup

Inside the Jacobson Manor, the original style and design exuded a rich classical charm, transporting one to a bygone Chinese era. To the right of the expansive living room was a door leading to the adjoining wing room. Bernard Jacobson followed Madam Jacobson into the wing room and closed the door behind them. Madam Jacobson faced Bernard, looking up at him. "Listen—just listen to the kind of woman you've brought home!" "What does Grandmother wish to say?" "What do I wish to say? Listen to Vivian—those Whiteheads are nothing but trouble!" "Grandmother, can't you see Vivian is manipulating you?" Bernard was acutely aware of this and deeply displeased. "I'm her grandmother! How could that be manipulation? Besides, I was the one who asked!" Madam Jacobson retorted. "She knows you suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and must avoid stress, yet she still revealed so much. Her motives are clearly not pure." The man stood tall and elegant, his handsome features hardened with frost. "Rubbish!" Madam