My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 207 Going to See Madame Cheal

Vivian went to the wedding company in the afternoon, talked to the company's operation team about

company promotion and finalized a plan.

By the time she left from the office, it was after 6pm.

Just as she was about to go for meal, she got a phone call.

Pulling out her phone, she found that it was Madame Cheal calling.

Vivian looked at the string of numbers jumping on the screen and secretly pondered ......

After what happened at the wedding yesterday, Madame Cheal was so angry that she fainted and

didn't want to see her even more.

Now that she had taken the initiative to contact her by phone, she figured that the situation had been

told to Madame Cheal by Morris.

"Hello, Grandma?"

"You still know to call me grandma, huh? I have been in the hospital, and you don’t even come to see

me?"

Faced with Madame Cheal's questioning, Vivian smiled sarcastically, certain that Madame Cheal

already knew that what happened at the wedding yesterday had nothing to do with her.

She made a random excuse, "Grandma, that's such a coincidence, I was just about to go over and visit

you.I've been busy these past few days, so I just made time for it."

"Come on, come on, can I not know your mind? Morris had told me everything, and you've been

aggravated, and I know that."

"Hehehe, grandma, you know that." Vivian awkwardly reached out and touched her head, "Which

hospital are you in? I'll go over to see you now."

She asked for the hospital ward number and took a taxi to the hospital.

She bought some nutrition at the supermarket across the street from the hospital and carried stuff to

the inpatient unit.

When she got upstairs and stepped out of the elevator, she met Mike head on.

"Come here for Madame Cheal?"

It just so happened that Mike was coming over to deliver food to Madame Cheal, with a thermos box in

his hand, he didn't expect to run into Vivian.

Vivian saw him, nodded slightly, glanced at the thermos bucket carried in the hand of Mike, thought: Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Heh, he just returned to the country, and is attentive to Madame Cheal.

Look how good he was, and then look at Morris, how different.

Mike, inevitably, would be Morris' greatest enemy in the future.

"Mr. Mike is here, too. I happen to be free and came over to see grandma." Vivian finished and stood

aside the corridor, giving way to Mike, "You are leaving, well , take your time."

She did not give Mike the chance to speak again.

Mike's eyelids lifted slightly, and his rather deep eyes stared at her for a split second, holding back,

"Good, then I'll go first."

His smile, when he gazed at Vivian, carried an inscrutable deep meaning, with a few probing thoughts.

Vivian just nodded and didn't say anything more.

It wasn't until she saw Mike enter the elevator that she carried her things, holding a bouquet of flowers

she had bought along with it, to Madame Cheal's hospital room.

Knocking on the door, she pushed it open and walked in, "Grandma, you ......" Her words trailed off and

the smile on her face instantly disappeared as she knitted her brows in displeasure, "Morris, why are

you there too?"

The words, just as they came out, felt wrong again.

"What, Grandma is in the hospital and I can't come over?" Sitting next to the escort chair, Morris was

peeling an apple, raised his eyes, and said faintly.

The corners of Vivian's mouth twitched slightly, only to feel that she had just spoken without thinking.

What she wanted to express was that if she knew that Morris was here, she would not have chosen

this time to come over, but the meaning changed when they were spoken.

"I'm just saying, since you're over here, why didn't you ask me to come with you!"

Her words perfectly removed the misunderstanding.

Then he smiled at Madame Cheal, "Grandma, how are you feeling?"

With gray hair at her temples and wearing a sick suit, Madame Cheal leaned hale and hearty at the

head of her bed, a book in front of her, removing the old-fashioned glasses she was wearing and

smiling amiably, "Vivian, you didn’t come to see me till I called you."

She reached out and pointed at Vivian with a fake displeased look.

Vivian put her things down, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, and smoothly took Madame Cheal's

hand, "Grandma, I've wanted to come over to see you for a long time. But because of the wedding, I'm

afraid you're angry with me and won't see me."

She bristled, dropping her head with a frustrated sigh and a resigned, pitiful look.

She added, "I wanted to come over to see you yesterday, but Morris said you wouldn't see me and

that's why I didn't come."

Seizing the opportunity, she betrayed Morris as hard as she could.

The man in the grey white striped shirt elegantly peeled an apple, holding the fruit knife, gave a slight

beat, raised his eyebrows and swept a glance at Vivian, the corners of his sexy lips curved up into a

curve.

Not only was he not angry, but he was rather enjoying the scene.

She pouted at Madame Cheal like she was looking for someone to vent her emotions at him after being

aggrieved, thus achieving the effect of getting him scolded.

Madame Cheal placed her old-fashioned glasses and book on the table and glared at Morris, "What's

wrong with you, what are you doing stopping Vivian when she wants to visit me?"

Although she had also asked Mike to investigate Vivian, she had always been a cautious person, and

there was nothing wrong with doing so.

The reason why she investigated Vivian was precisely because after she fainted in anger and was

hospitalized at the wedding scene, Vivian did not come to see her in the hospital, making her

suspicious.

"It happened suddenly, and everything points to Vivian, if there is no evidence, how can I explain to

you?"

The man said as he placed the peeled apple in a dish and cut it into pieces.

It was a common thing to do, but Morris did it in a way that was somehow pleasing to the eye.

Especially his big hands were God's most perfect craftsmanship, it was a pity not to be a hand model.

Vivian couldn't help but fall after one more look.

Then looking down at her hands in self-doubt, she couldn't help but mutter: is he taller, so his fingers

are longer too?

"What?"

Madame Cheal vaguely heard Vivian talking, but didn't hear what she was saying.

"Ah, no, it's nothing. I was just asking when you can be discharged from the hospital, Grandma. You

can't stay in the hospital for your birthday day after tomorrow."

"I wanted to get out of the hospital today, but that bastard Morris insisted that I stay one more day. Ugh,

it's boring and stuffy here, not as comfortable as home."

Madame Cheal glanced at Morris with some dissatisfaction as she spoke.

In the usual days, she was elegant, dignified and elegant, giving people a kind of aura of authority, at

the moment she was joking, but a little more affable, very grounded.

"The health is the priority."

Morris took the fruit fork and placed it on a plate, handing it to Madame Cheal, "Have some fruit."