Third Person's POV
"What exactly have you learned all these years, eating, drinking, and playing around abroad under the guise of recovering your health? You have absolutely zero skills, and you actually want to inherit the company? As long as your brother is around, you get to keep playing the pampered young miss. Without your brother, you can look forward to ending up homeless on the streets!"
Throwing down those harsh words, Connor didn't even care about Vivian's livid, ashen face as he turned and stormed right out of Rolf's hospital room.
Being thoroughly scolded and belittled by Connor left Vivian entirely consumed by rage.
She cursed under her breath, turned around, and slammed the door furiously as she left, completely uncaring whether the loud crash would disturb her biological
