My dear lawyer

This was the first time when William felt the road was so long that he just wanted to arrive at the destination immediately.

His head was full of Selina's words. Vivian actually had a child, a child of his. He thought of the way little Roe looked at him and his hinting words again and again. He felt that he was stupid enough to ignore the signs.

Maybe he had found a little. But after the disappointment time after time, he did not dare to think about it, as he was afraid that his disappointment would be more if he had more expectations. But this woman was going to marry another man with his own son. He wouldn't agree on it even if he did not have Roe, let alone he had Roe right now.

William was too anxious to ask why Vivian appeared in the hospital.

Until his feet step on the freezing marble, he saw the clean floor reflecting light back, as well as the slight blood smell, his heart sank down.

Not stopping his footsteps, he walked directly towards the Inpatient Department.

On his way to the hospital, William had already inquired which room Vivian was in. Standing on the corridor, his fists began to clench tighter. The once calm William was nowhere to be seen. He had a three-year-old son!

There were only two people outside the ICU, a woman who was waiting anxiously, and a man with a same level of anxiety. They two cuddled up to each other, as if they were a couple who were struggling together, which was displeasing to William's eyes. "Vivian, you are so bold."

Vivian, who was looking at the transparent glasses, became fossilized after hearing this familiar voice. She did not even have the courage to turn around, with one sentence repeating in her mind,

"Why? How come he appears here?"

William seemed to have seen through her and walked towards her step by step. His calmness was more like the peace before a thunderstorm, making people fear out of no reason.

"What? Don't you have the courage to face me?" Although his voice was light, coersion and pressure could be felt in it.

John felt the woman beside him could not control her trembling hands. Thus, he stood in the way of William and said, "William, could you please talk to her later?"

William seemed like he had not seen John until now, saying with a slice of coldness in his dark eyes, "When does Mr John like to be a father of another man's son? I do not know what your mother will think if she knows this?"

"William, mind your words. This is just between me and Vivian." John's expression in his eyes became firm and looked directly into William's eyes, without any concession.

Although John did not know why William was here, John believed that Vivian would definitely not go back to this man after all these things.

Even if this man was the father of her son, as he did not deserve it.

William's lips curved up, as if he was the Shura with a smiling face in the hell, and said coldly, "Did I say anything wrong? I just did not realize Mr. John likes this."

"William, do not go too far. The child is innocent. Do you deserve to be his father? You don't even know his existence." John jeered at him and said.

William felt like he was hit by an arrow, a burst of furor seized him with no words fighting back. If it were not for Vivian's concealing, how could he have missed his son's growth process? Then he said, "John, you are not qualified to boss around." "Anything that is about Vivian and Roe, I will take care of it to the end."

John smiled coldly, and said, "I am afraid that you do not have this competence."

John did not know William's ways of doing things, but Vivian had already seen them. Hearing their conversation, she felt like her heart being struck by something and turned around to look at the man she hated so much, and said, "William, do not drag other people into our business."

It was until now that William realized the woman in front of him had changed greatly. Except her clear eyes, she was covered with wounds and she was wearing a white cartoon T-shirt with several holes.

No, that was not a white T-shirt anymore, but rather a cleaning cloth with blood stains hanging on her.

There was bondage on her feet, with a pair of disposable slippers from the hospital. She seemed in a position as difficult as she could be.

Why? Why was there nobody who told him that she got seriously injured?

"Vivi, do not go to him." John was not afraid of William's threat.

Vivian smiled at John and said, "That's OK. Things that are destined to come will come sooner or later. I have been afraid of it for so many years. It is the time to make it clear to him."

She became relieved and not that nervous any more. She had been keeping this secret for four years. Every night, she was afraid that she would speak it out. She waked up in the midnight every day. Finally, she did not need to hide and conceal it. William, who never knew what was a flinch before, had something he did not dare to face for the first time when seeing Vivian walk towards him step by step. However, after a second thought, he thought this was Vivian's fault. Hid heart hardened again. "Follow me. You want to know everything. OK. I will just tell you all about it, hoping that you can stay away from me after knowing the truth." Vivian walked forwards firmly and steadily, regardless of the wounds on her feet.

William compressed his lips and lifted his heels up. She was right. There was no room for an outsider to interfere with things between them.

Several times when William saw Vivian nearly fall down, he felt like a fire burning inside him. But he told himself that she was just using some tricks. Thus, he constrained his urge to help her every time.

Were it not for her tricks, he would not have been fooled by her for four years.

Vivian panted severely, even if she just walked for a short period. There were only two kinds of footsteps in the quiet corridor of the ICU, one being the weak sound of slippers' move, the other the tread sound from the cold leather shoes. These two sounds weaved together, making the sound of "estrangement". "Let us just talk here." Vivian stopped short, and turned around, with her back touching the cold ceramic tiles to back her body.

"Why did you conceal it to me?" William's cold eyes stared at her white face, as if he wanted to see through her and know what she was thinking about. But his mind was a mess, not able to get what the desolation in her eyes stands for.

What kind of disappointment and sadness caused such desolation?

He did not have the courage to keep thinking.

She pulled the corners of her mouth, trying to make herself not so awkward and nervous, and said, "William, do you still remember I asked you a question?"

William did not answer her, just moved his eyes.

Vivian seemed she did not care about it either. She moved her eyes off his face and looked into the scenery in the distance. It seemed like only in this way could she face him frankly. "I asked you whether you loved me or not. You never answered."0000000