Chapter 137 The Milk Was Poisoned

Seeing him enter, Camilla, quick-witted as ever, greeted him, "Mr. Jacobson is back?" "Yes." The man was as cold and aloof as ever, sparing with words, barely responding. "Vivian, you can continue reading. I'm going to sleep now." She went straight back to the bedroom, avoiding disturbing Vivian Donovan and Bernard Jacobson's time alone. Bernard Jacobson's long, slender fingers unbuttoned his suit jacket, casually draped it over the back of the sofa, and sat down on the sofa next to Vivian Donovan, asking in a deep voice, "Why did you agree to Grandma's request?" Although Bernard Jacobson didn't understand why Grandma wanted Vivian Donovan to arrange the wedding venue for him and Lilith Whitehead, Vivian Donovan could have refused, but unexpectedly, she agreed. Vivian Donovan sat cross-legged, holding a bag of potato chips. She popped one into her mouth, glanced lazily at him, and muttered, "Grandma already asked, what reason do I have to refuse?" She shrugged and sighed. "If G