CHAPTER 05

One month later.

In a particular villa, Livienne was exercising in the backyard in the early morning.

A doctor came to her and handed her a report.

After checking the report, she looked up at the female doctor. “Am I free of those fibroids now?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t recommend you having sex for another month,” the doctor said. “As long as you avoid eating toxic junk food, it will not return.”

“Thank you, Doctor Geetha. You really brought my confidence back,” Livienne said. “As a gesture of my thanks, you can choose any new car that’s in the market. I will have it sent to your home by evening.”

Geetha was elated to hear that. “Thanks a lot, Miss Penn.”

Livienne then went into the villa, and Alfred was waiting for her in the hall.

“You were correct, ma’am,” he handed her an envelope. “They sent this through your lawyer.”

It wasn’t an ordinary envelope. Just looking at the decorations on it, she could tell that it was a wedding card.

Livienne opened it, and inside two names were written: Regan Cross and Selena Diore.

“He said he’ll send her away in one month, but now he’s marrying her…” she crumpled the wedding card and tossed it away in frustration. “How can he move on so fast?”

“What do you intend to do now, Ma’am?” Alfred asked.

“Since they sent the invitation, I’m going to have to send them a gift at least,” Livienne said. “It’s time to meet my uncle and reveal myself to the world.”

Alfred’s eyes brightened. “I’ve been waiting for this day for so long.”

Livienne then left the villa, took a private jet that landed straight in the specialized airpark inside the ultra luxurious Penn mansion.

The teenagers who were planning tennis stopped. The young ladies and guys enjoying at the pool also turned their heads toward the airpark.

The Lady of the Penn mansion, who was sitting on the front balcony and was reading the book ‘Savvy Son-in-law,’ also had her attention shift toward the gray private jet.

“I didn’t know someone was arriving,” she said.

“I wasn’t informed, either, Lady Brienne,” the head steward of the family standing behind her said. “Let me quickly check.” He made a phone call and spoke for a few seconds, then said, “It seems the son of the previous steward has asked for permission to land.” 

“The previous steward?” Brienne frowned ever so slightly. “Give me the bins.”

The steward immediately opened a wooden shelf nearby, took out a pair of binoculars.

Brienne peered through the bins and spotted a young lady stepping out of the private jet. It took her a couple of seconds to recognize the tall brunette with long hair.

Her fingers flinched for a second.

The steward noticed that. “Who is it, Madam?” he asked.

Brienne lowered the binoculars and said, “Tell everyone to gather in the hall. The heir of the Penn family is back.”

The steward was startled. “Y-Yes. I’ll inform everyone right away.”

Brienne got up and personally drove an SUV and went to the airpark. She stepped out and greeted the brunette with a smile. “Vivienne, look at you… you look like a Disney princess.”

“You are praising me too much, Aunt Brienne,” Vivienne gave her a mild hug.

“Haha, I’m not exaggerating. You’ve always looked great, but now, you’re in your prime,” Brienne said. “Even models will lose their confidence if you walk in their midst.”

Brienne was 176 cm tall and good-looking despite her age, but Vivienne was three centimeters taller and was also slim and exceedingly fair.

A month back, she was under depression and sick, but now, she regained her health, and her complexion looked so much better.

“Is Uncle David home?” Vivienne asked.

“He’s abroad, but I’ll tell him that you’re here,” Brienne said. “He’ll get back soon.”

“If he’s out on important work, you don’t have to disturb him now.”

“Nothing is more important than his niece to your uncle,” Brienne said, chortling. She then looked at Alfred. “Are you the son of Aegon?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Alfred slightly bowed his head.

“You don’t quite look like him.”

“I got my mother’s genes, mostly.”

“I see,” Brienne tossed him the keys.

Brienne and Vivienne sat in the back of the car. Alfred drove to the mansion.

Vivienne entered the hall, and there were nearly sixteen people waiting in two lines. Some of them appeared a bit nervous. Some were curious, while some others were indifferent.

“Most of you may not recognize her…” Brienne said, “but she’s the owner of this mansion. Due to some personal reasons, she left the mansion about fourteen years ago. Now, she’s back. You’re all going to treat her with greater respect than you treat my husband.”

Many of those people didn’t quite like what Brienne said.

“Why is she back now?” one young lady asked. She was Brienne’s only daughter, Teresa.

“She doesn’t have to explain to you or to anyone,” Brienne retorted, then turned to face Vivienne and smiled. “Your bedroom is left the way it is. You can live there.”

Vivienne nodded. “Thank you, Aunt.” She glanced over at the faces of everyone there. She barely recognized some of those faces because it had been a long time, and she was just entering her teenage years back when she left the villa.

One of the young men stepped forward with a smile. “It’s so good to see you again, Vivienne.” He touched her hand, gently held it and lifted it before lowering his head and kissing it.

Everyone in the hall was surprised.

This blonde young man who was nearing his thirties was Anthony Brackett, the first son of Vivienne’s father’s sister. He was Vivienne’s cousin and was very close with Vivienne when they were kids.

Vivienne was also a bit surprised by his action, but out of the friendship they had, she did not scold him for kissing her hand out of the blue.

She calmly withdrew her hand and went upstairs, straight into her room.

Everyone in the hall began to chatter.

“If she’s the owner of the mansion, then what’s going to happen to us, Mom?” Teresa asked. “Do we have to leave the mansion we grew up in?”

“Of course not,” Brienne said. “I’m still here, am I not? Even if God himself comes down to the earth, he won’t be able to push us out of this mansion. So, don’t fret, Teresa. However, I need you to set your attitude straight before Vivienne.”

“Huh, okay,” Teresa half-heartedly said.

In Vivienne’s room.

Vivienne was sitting on her bed, holding a photoframe of her and her parents together. “I still don’t know if it was an accident or murder, Mom. But I will not stop until I’m certain.”