Charlee Ford's next words were interrupted by Vivian's words. She quietly picked her eyebrows and listened quietly to Vivian's other words.

On the other end of the phone, William Bryan's eyebrows frowned. He glanced at Vivian with warning and motioned her to shut up with his eyes.

But she can shut up.

"William, can you carry me to my room? I can't walk." Vivian continued to use that ambiguous tone, breathing like orchid beside William Bryan.

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