Chapter 112

Derek's claim of being her protector stirred something in Vivienne's heart. In this chaotic world, a rare and inexplicable bond existed—a connection where someone embraced her cold exterior and accepted her completely, without question. Vivienne's heart felt struck by something powerful yet soothing. Warmth seeped into her guarded emotions, wrapping around her heart like a tender embrace and spreading through her being. An overwhelming urge washed over her: to run to him, throw her arms around him, and whisper, "Thank you, Derek." She wanted to thank him for his support when the world seemed against her, for bringing her light in the shadow. She was grateful for his unwavering support, needing no reason.

Everett, oblivious to Derek's true identity, sensed an aura of authority radiating from him. His brows furrowed as his sharp gaze darted between Derek and Vivienne. Finally, he exhaled heavily and barked, "What are you all standing there for? Apologize immediately! Otherwise, don't think about setting foot in this house again!" The unspoken threat hung heavy. Defiance meant severed ties, a significant consequence given Everett's declining health and the impending inheritance.

Panic rippled through the group. One finally stepped forward, his voice shaky. "Miss Hayes, I—I'm sorry. I misjudged you earlier, and I sincerely apologize."

Vivienne remained seated, her expression unchanged as she toyed with her coffee cup, her movements slow and deliberate. She seemed to be waiting. The others exchanged uneasy glances, the tension thickening. Julian Mitchell, Warren's uncle, broke the silence, nudging his wife, Marianne. "What are you standing there for? Go on and apologize already!"

Marianne glared at him. "Why are you pushing me? If you're so eager, then you do it!" Julian understood the stakes: Everett's failing health and the potential loss of inheritance. For once, he stood his ground against his domineering wife. "If you don't apologize today, Marianne, we're getting a divorce!"

Marianne stared in disbelief, her eyes glistening. "Julian, how could you… even mention divorce?"

"A venomous woman like you has no place here!" Julian retorted. "Either you apologize to Miss Hayes, or we're through. And don't think you'll leave with anything!"

Marianne looked to the family for support, but met only cold, disapproving stares. The suffocating weight of isolation and the stark fear of being alone overwhelmed her. Straightening her spine, she clenched her trembling hands. Her lips quivered as she whispered, "I'm sorry." Her voice was barely audible.

Vivienne didn't lift her gaze, casually sipping her coffee. The tension remained. Vivienne's dissatisfaction was obvious. Several family members quickly intervened, practically dragging Marianne forward. "Your voice was way too soft!" one urged. "And your attitude? Completely insincere! When apologizing, you need to show real remorse—you're not here to save face, you're here to ask for forgiveness!"

Vivienne watched the spectacle with calm disdain, a faint smirk playing on her lips. This was human nature laid bare: the bonds of family crumbling when personal interests were at stake. The Mitchell family's harmony masked festering betrayal and rivalry. To save themselves, they wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice Marianne as a scapegoat for their collective failures.