She chose the latter between working with Miffel and taking care of Caden.
Vivian called Grace in a fury, âAre you crazy, Grace? Do you know whatâs going on? Fine! Even if the James Group was at its peak, being able to cooperative with Miffel was definitely a good thing.â
Grace did not immediately give her an answer. She was stunned, âHow did you know about Miffel?â
Vivian sneered, âGrace, I know what youâre thinking. Unfortunately, youâre wrong this time. Mr. Cayne came to the office before. Of course, I wonât easily give your number to anyone. When he came looking for you, I saw that he was in a hurry. I asked him and found out that it was because of Miffel. Miffelâs always on the move. It would be a precious opportunity to meet him. But then I knew from Mr. Cayne that you refused him.â
Vivian said impatiently, âGrace, if you are sick, I will not let you go even if you want to. But youâve recovered. Then why?â Vivian asked forcefully.
Grace pursed her lips, âNothing. I just donât want to meet him.â
âWhat exactly are you thinking about?!â Vivian shouted and hung up.
Twenty minutes later, a hurried doorbell rang in front of Graceâs house.
She thought that the takeout had arrived, but when she opened the door, Vivian rushed in.
âGrace, I donât believe that you made such a choice without any reason.â Vivian was so angry. She picked up the teacup on the table and poured it into her mouth.
But before she could take a sip, the teacup was snatched away.
Vivian looked at the person and was slightly stunned, âPresident Shaw?â
The moment Grace found out about Caden being shot in Rome, Vivian knew about it. Later, when Grace returned, Vivian thought Caden would be out of danger and return to S City.
Vivian was surprised to see Caden with Grace at her home.
âPresident Shaw â¦â Vivian immediately extended her hand.
âThis is Graceâs cup. You are not allowed to use it.â Caden glared at Vivian warily. He defensively clasped the cup.
Looking at Caden like this, Vivian felt a little strange. She stared at Caden in confuse. Grace hurriedly blocked Vivianâs sight, âYou go back first. Weâll talk about it in office.â
Vivianâs eyes flashed with surprise. Was Grace driving her away?
âGrace! I canât bear it for that long. You must explain it today. Why would you give up such a good opportunity? This is not you.â Grace could stay up for days for the sake of work. She would never let such an opportunity slip by. For the James Group, this was also a great chance to turn the tables on danger. But Grace just ignored it.
There must be some reason Vivian didnât know.
âGrace. Iâm cold.â Cadenâs childish voice interrupted Vivianâs thought.
Hearing this, Vivianâs mouth opened wide in surprise.
Grace grabbed Caden, âYou go back to your room.â
Grace could only do that in front of Vivian. She had never expected Vivian to suddenly come to her home.
It wasnât that Grace didnât trust Vivian, but that fewer people knew about this, the safer Caden would be.
âGrace, is President Shawn ...â Vivian was smart. She had already noticed that something was wrong.
Vivian pointed to Cadenâs head and gestured.
âNo...â
âCold. Iâm cold.â
Grace was speechless. She almost wanted to throw him out.
âNo way! He really â¦â
âEnough, Vivian.â Graceâs face darkened.
Grace didnât like it when people said that something was wrong with Caden. She just didnât want to hear it.
But Grace couldnât hide it. Any further explanation would be ridiculous.
She pursed her lips tightly and poured a glass of water for Caden. Then she got a thick coat, âYou should lie down and rest. Who told you to come out?â
Vivian couldnât believe it. Grace gestured to her, âSit down.â
As Vivian watched Caden drink quietly on the side, she sat down on the sofa. Vivian was so smart that she immediately understood.
âGrace, you didnât give up the chance because of him, did you?â
Grace did not respond.
Vivian was anxious, âYou did it for him? Are you crazy?â
Grace turned to Caden and said, âGo back to the bedroom.â Caden left reluctantly.
Then she began to explain.
âHeâs sick and has a fever. I canât leave him like that.â
âThen you decide to give up this rare opportunity?â Vivian asked angrily.
âIt was just a fever!â
Vivian was getting angrier. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breath.
âYou can find someone to take care of him. We can send him back to the Shaw family. There are so many solutions, but you chose to stay! Do you know that youâre giving up more than just a chance?
What youâve given up is an opportunity for all the employees of the James Group! You ask all of employees to accompany you to choose a difficult and risky path. Grace, you let them all down this time.â
If Vivian didnât know the real problem with the group, she wouldnât be as anxious as she was now.
There was a solution at last, but Grace gave up without a second thought.
Grace was silent. Vivian suddenly stood up.
âGrace, youâre poisoned! Youâve lost your mind! Donât forget what he did to you in the past!â Vivian realized that she had gone too far. However, she was angrier at Graceâs decision.
âWhat he did to you? What was worth giving up on Miffel for him? Had he ever said he was sorry? Did he ever tell you he loved you? Moreover, who knew when he would be able to recover? Do you want to take care of such a child for your life?â Every word was like a saber struck straight at the vital point!
Grace trembled and her hands gripped the sofa tightly to hold on. Vivian showed her the truth without mercy. After Caden was sick, she had intended to leave it at that.
Grace felt she had lost her soul.
Slowly, she raised her head and said, âVivian, if he recovers, I can ignore him instead. I hate Caden, I really do. I only wish I could see him again in hell.â If this person was the original Caden, Grace would get back at him. And Caden could just endure it.
However, Caden was sick now. He had forgotten everything. He couldnât understand why Grace hated him. Grace could not just tell those dirty things to a child with the mind of an eight-year-old.
âHe is not Caden, not the past Caden. He treats me well in all the ways he can think of, although it is childish. I admit that Iâm touched. Iâm touched by an eight-year-old child. Vivian, what do you want me to do? Should I push away with my own hands the warmth that I seldom get?â
âI hate him, but not an eight-year-old child.â