Chapter 74 A Slap Across the Face

"Sis, you should call me sister," she said, a delicate smile playing across her exquisitely beautiful face. The man met her gaze for a beat. "Do you deserve it?" "Deserve it or not, I am now Grandma's adopted granddaughter—and your sister. Whether you acknowledge me or not, what difference does it make? Don't you think so, brother?" Their eyes locked. Though the words sounded light, a silent battle flared beneath the surface—neither willing to yield. Bernard Jacobson was a man who compromised for no one, especially when it came to Madam Jacobson, the person he cherished most. The moment Vivian Donovan invoked Madam Jacobson for her own ends, his attitude toward her had shifted entirely. "Life and death make no difference," he said at last, his thumb brushing along her chin as he enunciated each word. "Both can be decided with a flick of the wrist." "Tsk, tsk. Brother, threatening me like this—I'm so terrified." Vivian widened her eyes theatrically, then burst into mocking laughter. She