Chapter 19
Morning broke and Vivian arose after a good night’s rest. She was up earlier by half an hour. After washing up, she switched on her laptop and started penning
a resignation letter right away.
She did not care if people would take her as a coward who was simply running away from the situation—she just could not work under Fabian anymore.
Just as she was typing away furiously on the keyboard, her phone rang and the hospital’s number appeared on the screen.
“Ms. William? The patient's brain waves fluctuated this morning. She could wake up anytime soon.”
Vivian widened her eyes with a huge smile on a face. “My mother may regain consciousness?”
“Yes, there is a possibility. But we don't want to be overconfident,” the doctor said.
“| understand. I'll wait even if it takes years!” Vivian exclaimed, leaping to her feet.
“We will assist her in every way possible. We are giving her a different treatment now that her situation is looking good. But you will need to brace yourself for
the cost of the treatment.” The doctor's voice deepened.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got her covered under health insurance. I'll pay for any expenses not covered by the insurance.” After assuring the doctor that she would
figure out a way to manage the medical expenses, Vivian hung up.
She sat back down and looked at her half-written resignation letter. Pursing her lips, she deleted everything in one go.
She could not afford to lose her job right now. It was not just because she had to pay for her mother’s medical bill, but it would also take some time before she
could find another job.
Vivian scrambled to get ready and headed for work immediately.
whatever came
Finnick had not been home since early in the morning, she
landed a huge long-term project with another magazine company in Q City. The company took this deal very seriously
Vivian could not help
would leave for the trip soon, then she would
at the office, Lesley Jenson, the senior editor, rushed over to her. “Vivian, you need to get ready now.
her chair and stared at her in bewilderment. “Ms. Jenson, doesn’t the Chief Editor have his own personal assistant? | shouldn't be the one going on the
you should go talk to the Chief Editor himself. He was the one who asked
her eyes and clenched
he trying to
to get married soon! What does he still
toward Fabian’s office without losing a moment. She had to talk
knock on the door, the office door opened before her
he quickly composed himself and looked at her coldly. “Vivian William, what
glared at him and replied, “Mr. Norton, I'm
to decide things here. You can resign anytime you like
could. Then she would not have to stand Fabian Norton any longer. But since the
as you like, I'd advise you to start
left without waiting for her to give her
do as he said. Vivian grunted as she took out her phone and called Molly to
Vivian's stuff. She got everything ready within an hour and even brought Vivian’s
to go home and pack myself,” Vivian said
servants adored their master’s wife tremendously. She was always courteous, understanding, and down-to-earth when talking to the servants. “Don’t mention