The situation was gradually slipping out of Vivian's control.
She was unaware of how Jerome, as an outsider, seamlessly integrated himself into her family gathering.
At the dining table, Joyce tirelessly served Jerome, displaying a warmth that resembled that of her own biological son.
Vivian sat on the side, observing this harmonious family scene, feeling like an outsider who had mistakenly entered the wrong door.
"Why aren't you eating?"
Jerome rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing an expensive wristwatch.
With slender fingers, he expertly picked up a chicken leg and placed it in Vivian's bowl.
Joyce noticed and immediately smiled, her chubby face expressing a hint of emotion.
She affectionately patted her husband's hand, saying, "Jerome is considerate; Vivian didn't make a mistake choosing him."
Vivian remained silent.
Unable to endure any longer, Vivian stood up, firmly grabbing Jerome's wrist.
"Come with me for a moment."