"Hello, Lydia. I'm here to help you." Vivian always had a smile on her face, to make her seem approachable.
As Lydia made no reply, Vivian walked right in. She held Lydia's hand kindly, saying, "As long as you make everything clear for Brandon at the press conference, I can triple your compensation."
Lydia felt sick for no reason. Maybe Vivian's pungent perfume had caught in her throat.
She covered her nose and asked, "Are you from the Larson Group?"
But since Janet had only just been there, Lydia had a hunch this woman wasn't from the Larson Group. "Not really. I'm a philanthropist, I try to reach out and help the people in our society who are most in need of it. As for why I want this clarified for the Larson Group, it was them who established the charity I work for." Vivian thought she was making a reasonable explanation. She carried on laying out the offer, "If you don't like it here, I can arrange for you and your baby to live abroad, far away from any harassment, where your baby can grow up carefree." Lydia refused mercilessly. "I don't speak any foreign languages, and I don't want to live abroad at all. Besides, I'm more than capable of working to support myself and my daughter. There's no need to worry about me."
Vivian's mouth turned up in a half smile, but her heart was filled with scorn.
"Lydia, I don't think I'm wrong in saying you were a housewife when you were with Jethro, right? You don't know how to do anything else apart from house chores. How can you support yourself and a baby?" Vivian stripped away Lydia's lie.
She was nothing like Lydia. She could not understand Lydia's pain at all.
Lydia trembled with anger. This woman hadn't come to help her after all.
She looked so arrogant with her delicate makeup, stinking of perfume. Had she come here deliberately to make fun of her?
Lydia looked away and saw herself in the mirror. She looked withered and fat. Her heart ached at the sight of herself.
Lydia held back her tears. She had only just realized how kind Janet was to her.
When Janet visited, she almost didn't wear any makeup, and she was really nice. She considered every word she said to Lydia, making sure she didn't offend her at all in any way.
Could Brandon really be such a bad guy if he had a wife like this?
Lydia hesitated. Maybe Janet had spoken the truth. Maybe Brandon had nothing to do with Jethro's death.
"Leave now. I need to rest. I don't want to talk about it," Lydia said, enunciating every word clearly. Then she lay down with the baby in her arms and closed her eyes.
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