Melanie looked at her son, and Joseph immediately nodded. “Of course. I’ll make the arrangements.”
“Good. You watch Chaim, then. Let Vivica come downstairs and have some more food.”
As soon as Melanie finished speaking, Vivica moved to her side and took her arm, not daring to even glance in Joseph’s direction.
Joseph stood there, replaying his long-winded speech in his head, wondering how much of it had truly sunk in for Vivica. Regardless, he felt confident.
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The next day, Vivica ended up taking Chaim to meet with the Sanford family. It was Chaim's decision. The little boy had inherited his mother’s kind and soft heart. When he heard his grandfather wanted to see him, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse, even though he felt his old grandfather wasn't as nice as his new one.
Joseph was busy that Sunday but had arranged for Roderic and two other men to escort Vivica and her son to the restaurant.
To Vivica’s surprise, Fletcher had booked a private room and had brought not only Dylan but also Loretta and Riley. The room was decorated with streamers and balloons, with a large “3” balloon stuck to the wall. A three-tiered cake sat on a table with “Happy Birthday, Son” written on it in frosting.
The word “Son” struck Vivica as deeply ironic. If it hadn’t been for the lavish, elegant birthday party the Bairds had thrown the day before, Vivica might have thought this was a nice gesture. Whether it was genuine or just for show, at least they had made an effort on the surface.
As soon as Vivica walked in, before she could even decide how to greet them, Dylan rushed forward and swept Chaim into his arms. “My dear grandson, I missed you so much! Did you miss Grandpa?”
Chaim gave a heartwarming reply. “I did.”
Watching the scene, Vivica felt a sense of unease, but for her son’s sake, she chose not to interfere.
Loretta shot Vivica a disdainful look. “Well, well. Not long ago you were selling your purses and jewelry at second-hand shops for cash, and now you’ve already bought a new one? And a limited-edition designer bag, no less. That one bag is probably worth more than all your old ones combined.”
Riley had noticed the bag the moment Vivica entered. She had coveted that same style but knew Fletcher couldn’t afford it for her now. All she could do was browse for it online. Hearing Loretta lead the attack, she quickly chimed in, “After cleaning out her ex-husband in the divorce, what’s a hundred-thousand-dollar bag? I bet she’s living in a mansion now.”
Vivica took a seat and, seeing how envious they were of her bag, deliberately placed it on the table to provoke them further.

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