Chapter 489: Hide His Feelings

Vivian listened to the belittling whispers, her brows furrowed. “Zachary, your grandfather is calling you home for dinner,” she announced.

Silence fell instantly. Confusion, then contemplation, rippled through the room. Go home for dinner? The young men stifled laughter. The Sinclair heir summoned home for dinner by a woman?

Zachary’s expression shifted, but he ignored her. Vivian turned to Jonathan.

Reluctantly, Jonathan said, “Grandpa said tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve. If you come home late again, don’t bother coming back.” He turned to Vivian. “Mommy, we’ve delivered our message. Let’s go home.”

Vivian nodded. Before leaving, she glared at Zachary’s friends and declared, “We Kennedys may be of humble origins, but we never aspired to cling to Sinclair prestige. It was the Sinclairs who sought to marry into our family.”

She left with Jonathan. She felt shy, yet she'd asserted herself. Only then did everyone realize it was Vivian. No wonder Zachary disliked her; she was fierce. And she had a child with her.

“Zach, are they your… fiancée and son?” Darren asked.

Zachary grinned sheepishly, recalling their message. “Hmm,” he murmured. Then, “Darren, I suddenly remembered something. I must leave.” He hastily departed.

Whispers followed: “That’s Vivian. Bold, daring to speak to Zachary like that.” “She must be banking on her engagement to the Sinclair heir.” “Why do I feel that kid doesn’t resemble Zachary?” “Are you trying to get yourself killed…?”

Vivian and Jonathan returned to Sinclair Manor. Upon arrival, they received a call from Cecilia. Cecilia asked if they could join her New Year’s celebration.

Vivian hesitated. “Ceci, Old Mr. Sinclair still believes Jonathan is his grandson. He’s invited many Sinclair relatives.”

“Is tomorrow fully occupied?” Cecilia asked.

Vivian nodded. “Yes. Old Mr. Sinclair adores Jonathan. I can’t imagine his disappointment if he knew the truth.”

Cecilia found a secluded corner. “Vivian, I plan to start anew with Nathaniel.”

Vivian was mildly surprised. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want to give us a chance.”

“Whatever you decide, I support you.” Vivian knew Cecilia and Nathaniel couldn’t become strangers; they had two children.

“Do you want to tell him those two are his?”

Cecilia gazed into the night. “Not yet. He’s kind now because of his amnesia. I don’t know if he’ll be the same once he recovers.”

Vivian nodded. “You’re right. What if he’s pretending?”

Then she corrected herself. “It’s impossible. If he disliked you, why pretend? Nathaniel, proud as he is, wouldn’t feign affection.”