Chapter 415

Vivian Bennett stood in the cemetery, the wind lifting her hair.

She held the urn in her hands, her gaze fixed on William White's gravestone.

The man she once called father was now just a cold piece of stone.

She tugged at the corner of her mouth, revealing a bleak smile.

Gently placing the urn on the ground, she bowed to the tombstone.

This bow severed twenty-three years of father-daughter love.

From now on, they were strangers.

"Begin," she said, straightening up, her voice calm.

The workers started digging the hole. Vivian stood nearby, her eyes empty.

Her heart was already dead. It couldn't feel pain anymore.

"Stop! Who gave you permission to do this?" Brandon White's voice suddenly rang out, filled with rage.

The workers froze in fear.

Vivian didn't turn around. "Continue."

Brandon rushed over and snatched a shovel, glaring at her viciously. "Tell them to stop!"

"It's father's will," Vivian finally turned to look at him, her eyes icy.

"Don't use the will to pressure me! You're not even a White! You took the White Group. Isn't that enough? Now you want to steal my mother's spot too?" Brandon's face was twisted with fury as he shoved a worker aside.

Vivian felt a chill in her heart, looking at his distorted face.

"Today is my mother's burial day. Father is watching too. I don't want to argue with you. Please leave."

Her tone was calm, but carried an undeniable arrogance.

This completely enraged Brandon.

"You bitch! You're just the bastard child of Sophia White and some random man! What right do you have to speak here?" He threw down the shovel and lunged at her, grabbing her hair.

Caught off guard, Vivian staggered backward.

A strong arm steadied her in time.

It was Liam Sullivan.

Vivian shook off his hand and stepped forward, slapping Brandon hard across the face.

"I tolerated you before. But from today onward, we have no relation. If you touch me again, I will make you regret it." She stared at him, her gaze sharp.

Brandon held his cheek, disbelief in his eyes.

This was the first time Vivian had openly admitted they weren't siblings.

Rage consumed him.

He bypassed Vivian, picked up the shovel, and started digging up the soil.

"What are you doing?" Vivian rushed over and grabbed his arm. "You don't have the right!"

"I am the only son of the White family! I will never allow anyone to steal my mother's place!"

"This was father's choice. This is his answer." Liam stepped forward, his voice steady.

Brandon shuddered, his face turning pale.

He couldn't accept it.

Why did father give everything to Vivian?

What did he and his mother count for?

"Liam Sullivan, what identity are you using to interfere?" Brandon roared, soil flying everywhere.

Liam took a deep breath, as if making a decision.

"I am her husband. Is that identity enough?"

Brandon froze on the spot, the shovel slipping from his hands.

He suddenly laughed, a sarcastic smile. "Fine, Vivian Bennett. You have back up. You're something."

Vivian ignored him, picked up the shovel herself, and began filling the soil, one shovelful at a time.

When the tombstone was erected, Brandon tried to cause trouble again.

Vivian shot him a look. "Stop. Brandon White, this is the last time I will tolerate you. If you dare touch this tombstone, I will sue you. Don't forget, father's will was notarized."

Brandon stood rigid, his gaze venomous.

"Don't get too cocky. I will get it all back." He snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Only Vivian and Liam remained in the cemetery.

The wind rustled through the treetops.

The tombstone stood there quietly.

She had finally done the last thing for her mother.

"Mom, rest in peace."