NovelBookChapter 2523 Vivian Received Devastating News
After Matthew made his decision, another troublesmatter arose. It was the news of Larry's death. Vivian was
still understandably concerned, but considering Alberta's current physical condition, if she found out about her
son's death, it might be too much for her to handle.
Just as he was in a dilemma, Vivian approached with a cup of tea.
"Here, Matthew, please have stea," she offered.
He drank the tea reluctantly and managed to force a smile. "Ms. Vivian, there's no need to callbenefactor.
Just callby my name."
She rejected this suggestion outright. "That won't do. I'll still call you Matthew."
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He gave up as he was unable to persuade her. However, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something
dreadful was about to happen.
After finishing his tea, he put the cup down. She hesitated momentarily before she asked, "Matthew, there's
something | want to ask you."
Here it comes! With those words, his heart tightened instantly as he knew exactly what she wanted to ask.
"Well, let's apply the ointment first. We can talk outside without disturbing Mrs. Slob's rest," he suggested.
As he walked out of the room, he needed stto gather his thoughts and deliver the heavy truth. Inside
the house, her expression grew increasingly somber. Outside the door, Evander, who was sitting in the car, saw
Matthew emerge. He went out hurriedly and asked, "Matthew, how did it go? Should | give them the urn?"
Matthew shook his head slightly. "Wait a little longer. The mother and daughter-in-law are not in good condition,
and they may not be able to handle such a shock right away."
Evander nodded in understanding. Following his signal, the off-road vehicle that carried the urn slowly started up
and disappeared from sight.
"In addition, Evander, please find a more spacious car. Alberta can't stay here in her current condition, and we
just let her stay in our villa over there. Once her condition improves, we can decide on a more suitable place for
her to live," Matthew instructed and organized the matter methodically.
Vivian emerged from behind, but her face showed signs of improvement and was devoid of any joy. He let out a
soft sigh after he saw this. It seemed that Larry's wife had already suspected something. "Ms. Vivian, | know
what you want to ask." He began, but for sreason, he suddenly stopped speaking.
He looked at her, but he saw her eyes red and her face worn out, so he furrowed his brows and decided to
change his approach. "Ms. Vivian, Mrs. Slob still needs to be taken care of, so you can't collapse." She was
already choked up, but she struggled to hold back her tears. "How did Larry leave?"
In the face of the heavy atmosphere, his tone becserious. "He fought for the country and was ambushed by
the enemy."
"Ms. Vivian, please accept my condolences," he added.
These two short sentences becthe final straw that broke her composure. Tears of sadness welled up in her
eyes and flowed uncontrollably. Then, she immediately covered her face and burst into tears.
He initially wanted to say something after witnessing her grief, but the words remained stuck in his throat. The
breeze picked up and caused the yellow leaves to fall. Although the weather in the south wasn't as cold as in
Bainbridge, the breeze still made one's hands and feet ache.
He let out a heavy sigh after much hesitation. Then, he walked over while removing the fur cloak from his back
and covering Vivian with it after he saw her wearing thin clothes.
On that day, the once quiet Willowbrook had echoed with the cries of a grieving woman, and there was nothing
else apart from the sound of weeping.
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