Vivienne proactively helped her adoptive mother stand up, making a solemn promise, "Mom, don't worry about Dad. I'll personally see his situation through to the end. Besides, Archer and I won't be getting divorced."
Looking at her smug expression, I felt nothing but disgust.
It seemed as if she always had countless ways to manipulate me, as if I was destined to die by her hand in this lifetime.
After her adoptive mother's emotions stabilized, she naturally walked over to me.
"Do you want me to stay with you at the hospital, or should we go home together?"
I lowered my eyes, "Vivienne, we will definitely get divorced."
She nodded with a pout, her gaze drifting to the window, "With your current measly salary, I'm afraid you can't even afford your dad's surgery, let alone have money for medical treatment yourself."
I laughed inexplicably.
No wonder she had firmly believed all these years that I wouldn't leave her, that no matter what happened, I would always rely on her.