Hearing from the lawyer, Vivian sat alone in her office, frustrated and tired. Not a single day since she was reborn in this damn world had been a peaceful walk in the park.
Survival!
How long had she contemplated that word?
All she needed to do was take care of herself, and she would be fine. There were always people around her, though, and she tied her survival to theirs, but she did not account for their survival as much.
Of course, everyone is precious to her; still, Logan is a special case. She tried to hold it in, be stronger, channel her inner villainess, but she was too drained for that at the moment. All she could do was lean her head on her desk, cover her head with her arms, and squeeze her eyes shut, weathering the turmoil in her mind, heart, and very soul.
