After breakfast, Vivienne hopped on her motorcycle and set out to the Boyd Mansion alone.

At the Boyd Mansion.

Wendy was, indeed, bedridden, completely unable to rise from her plush mattress that morning. It was during the previous day's ceremony that she had twisted her back, and a careless turn in her sleep had nearly snapped her fragile bones in two. Now, she lay there, immobile and in pain.

Eliza was beside herself with worry. "Mom, do you really want Vivienne to care for you? It's like throwing yourself to the wolves!"

Wendy gestured weakly towards the corner of the room. "Take a closer look. What do you see?"

Eliza's eyes followed her mother's direction, and she gasped in understanding.

A hidden camera was tucked away in the corner, cleverly disguised to blend in with the ornate plasterwork. To the untrained eye, it was virtually undetectable.

Someone like Vivienne, unfamiliar with the intricate workings of the Boyd household, would never notice its presence.

If Vivienne behaved and took care of Wendy, everything would be fine. After all, Wendy only wanted to trap her here so she could not cause a scene at the restaurant. However, If Vivienne attempted to abuse Wendy, she would pay a heavy price.

It did not matter that Vivienne was Master Charles, perfumer Q, or Master Jessica. Her reputation would be utterly ruined!

Eliza relaxed a bit. "Okay, Mom. Take care of yourself. We're off to the office."

"Alright, dear."

Before long, Vivienne arrived at the Boyd mansion. Aside from the butler and a handful of servants, the only other person present was Wendy, lying helplessly in her bed.

Dressed in her leather riding gear, Vivienne walked in, and Wendy glanced at her with a sneer. "Forgive me, Madam. I can't get up to greet you."

"I heard about your injury. I'm

Vivienne's insincere smile. "If you cared at all, you wouldn't have treated me that way last night. As my granddaughter-in-law, you show no initiative. Don't you know I

epiphany. "Right,

and began to prepare a simple

baffled

Vivienne brought in her homemade

Wendy sit up, her fingers discreetly delivered a quick needle into Wendy's

against the headboard, Wendy asked,

some into Wendy's mouth, saying, "No,

yolk was raw, and there were eggshells in

clearly trying to

knocked over the bowl and swung at Vivienne, grabbing a nearby

stepped back, eyeing Wendy, who had suddenly stood up.

that her pain was magically gone, and she had unconsciously stood

you're

casting a meaningful glance at the corner of the room

she could not let Vivienne go just yet, she stepped forward and grabbed her, then purposefully

would seem as if Vivienne had pushed

on Wendy's frail back,

Vivienne. "Madam, how could you? Even as the head of the household, you can't just take a life!" With her arms crossed, Vivienne leaned against the door frame, watching

really outdone herself, trying to

the needle would have healed her waist. Now, she would be wheelchair-bound

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