Chapter 101

Liam Sullivan pulled out his cigarette case.

He selected a cigarette with his fingertips.

As his lighter sparked, he noticed his grandmother sitting upright.

He froze mid-motion.

He put the cigarette case away and stood up.

"I'm going to the restroom."

Eleanor Sullivan watched her grandson's retreating figure with a frown.

She turned to Isabella Sullivan. "What's going on with your brother lately?"

Isabella lowered her eyes to hide her satisfaction.

She knew exactly why her brother was upset.

She had nearly laughed out loud earlier when she saw Vivian Bennett being chased away by the manager in the hallway.

How could a woman that poor even think about dining in a place like this?

"Brother might be tired from work," she replied softly, maintaining her obedient facade.

In front of the Sullivan elders, she always played the role of the dutiful daughter.

Some things didn't need to be said outright.

She just needed the old lady to see Vivian's true background.

Her brother was only temporarily infatuated.

Once he grew bored, he would naturally discard such a low-class woman.

Vivian was helping Grandma Margaret leave.

The restaurant manager hurried over to them.

"Miss Bennett, a private dining room just became available downstairs."

Vivian confirmed it was far from where Liam was seated before nodding.

She ordered a full table of delicacies for her grandmother.

Grandma Margaret looked at the spread with moist eyes.

"Vivian, you're the only one who remembers what I like to eat."

Vivian placed a piece of fish in her grandmother's bowl.

"I remember all your favorites, Grandma."

Grandma Margaret sighed. "If only Amelia were half as filial as you..."

Vivian's hand stilled slightly.

She knew her grandmother was referring to her aunt, Amelia Sullivan.

Grandma Margaret only had two daughters in her lifetime.

After Vivian's mother passed away, only Amelia remained.

But Amelia considered Grandma Margaret old and sickly, never bothering to care for her properly.

Even her visits were perfunctory.

She only doted on her youngest son, showing no concern for her own daughter, Grace Harper.

"Grandma, you still have me and Cousin Grace," Vivian said gently, holding her grandmother's hand.

Grandma Margaret shook her head with a bitter smile. "Having you is enough. I don't expect anything from the others..."

If not for Vivian's frequent visits to the sanitarium, she would have lost all hope in this world.

Vivian felt a pang of sadness and was about to speak—

Grandma Margaret suddenly lowered her voice. "Vivian, that young man from the limousine today... does he like you?"