The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty novel Chapter 162

"Vivica, I made you some rich soup. It's good for your bones; it'll help you heal faster," Evelyn said, her voice still dripping with an unusually solicitous tone as she showed her daughter a rare sign of concern.

Vivica gave a noncommittal response.

"Hey? Where's Chaim? Is he still in the other room? I swear, you two staying in separate rooms is such a hassle. And you fired the nanny, so who's taking care of such a young child?" Evelyn complained, noticing her grandson was absent.

"Chaim is being taken care of. You don't need to worry about him," she said, her tone still cool and distant.

Evelyn poured the soup into a bowl and placed it on the bedside table, raising an eyebrow. "You're still letting that old couple look after him?"

Vivica didn't answer, slowly sitting up.

"Vivica, who are they, anyway? Why are they willing to help you with the baby? They look pretty wealthy. Do they not have any children of their own? Maybe they're lonely and just desperate for a grandchild?" Evelyn gossiped, pulling a chair over to sit down.

Vivica picked up the bowl and blew on the soup gently. "Why are you asking?"

Evelyn’s expression turned strange, and she lowered her voice conspiratorially. "I was just thinking… since you and Fletcher are divorced, Chaim doesn't have grandparents on that side anymore. If that old couple wants a grandchild so badly, maybe you could have Chaim treat them like honorary grandparents. Then when they…"

Vivica knew exactly what her mother was thinking the moment she started prying, but she was still shocked that she would shamelessly voice such a despicable idea.

Unwilling to hear her mother put a curse on Sheridan and Melanie, she cut her off just before the word 'die' could leave her lips.

"What is this soup? It tastes awful," she interrupted sharply. "Are you trying to poison me for my money?"

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