Vivienne may not like me, but it's because of Primrose. I don't blame her, especially since she saved me yesterday.
I took the initiative to contact my close friends in France, and after telling them about my brother-in-law's situation, they quickly got in touch with him.
That's all I could do.
Unexpectedly, Vivienne sent me a message.
"Thank you."
After tidying up, I lay down on the bed. Zoran wasn't by my bedside as usual, but I slept better.
In the past, when Zoran frequently went on business trips, I would sleep alone, but I always worried about whether he would drink too much or if his stomach would be upset.
Because of that, I often had sleepless nights. Now, I don't have to think about anything, and surprisingly, I sleep better.
Early the next morning, news of the Harrington Family's stock transfer broke out, and shareholders protested one after another.
Especially Uncle Bradford.