"It's no trouble, Uncle Lewis."
Vivia Fuller offered a light smile. "Then, Uncle Lewis, I'll be leaving now."
"Alright."
As Vivia Fuller turned around, the gentle and kind expression on her face instantly vanished, replaced by a grinding hatred.
"What did you say to Uncle Lewis?" Mia Fuller looked at Vivia.
"Nothing."
"Nothing? You are fooling a ghost. And what were you and Grandpa up to at home today?" Mia always felt that these two were hiding something from her, keeping her in the dark.
"What's it to you? Just mind your own business." Vivia clacked away in her high heels.
Mia, grinding her teeth, chased after her and grabbed Vivia's hand. "You like Brother Waylon too, don't you?"
Vivia glanced back with a cold look and a cold smirk, candidly responding, "Yes, you're just now catching on."
Mia had just seen the way Vivia looked at Waylon Lewis and was even more sure of her previous suspicions.
So... this bitch had been using her all along...