Hearing her raw distress, Alen's heart flashed with a deep touch of heartache. "Where are you? I'm coming to find you. We need to talk." He was entirely willing to explain the truth to her.
Vivian listened to Alen's tone, which sounded exactly the same as usual. Was he coming to find her for a final showdown? An explanation? Or a divorce?
"I'll come to you instead. Where are you?" Vivian asked. She was currently at her mother's villa, and it wasn't a convenient place to talk about their marital crisis.
Alen reported his hotel and room number before hanging up. He turned around, his features instantly freezing as he looked at the woman on his sofa. "Leave by yourself, or I will personally throw you out."
Helen was completely stupefied by his sudden coldness. "Brother Alen, how can you treat me like this! I..."
