"Vivian, let's get a divorce."

At the candlelight dinner for their fourth wedding anniversary, Finn Sutton arrived late, dropping a bombshell the moment he sat down.

Vivian Lawson felt like she'd been struck by lightning, staring at him in disbelief. "Why?"

Finn fell silent for a moment before saying, "Rosalyn is back. She needs me."

"Rosalyn Bell?" Vivian was filled with doubt. "Didn't she get married a long time ago? She already has two kids. How could she…"

Her husband's first love, Rosalyn Bell, had broken up with him abruptly five years ago, flash-married a wealthy second-generation overseas Chinese man, and settled in Ausland after the wedding.

She was a wound in his heart that had never healed.

They had all been university classmates. A couple of years ago, according to a mutual friend, Rosalyn Bell had even had her second child. With both a son and a daughter, a rich husband, and a life of luxurious indulgence, she was the epitome of someone winning at life.

'So why is she suddenly back in the country? And why is she looking up the ex-boyfriend she'd abandoned?'

Finn, however, was frank, confessing honestly, "Rosalyn's ex-husband was abusive and a drug addict. They divorced half a year ago. The son is with the father, but she has the daughter with her. The two of them returned to the country, all alone and helpless…"

"Half a year ago?" Vivian was shocked again, but then it dawned on her. "So you two have been sneaking around behind my back for at least six months?"

"No, we've just been in touch. I haven't cheated. You know… I can't."

His face turned exceptionally awkward as he said this.

Not being able to be a "real man" was the greatest shame of his life.

Vivian pressed her lips together, an indescribable feeling welling up inside her.

In fact, for the past few years, her best friend, Claire Crowe, had been urging her to get a divorce.

Not long after marrying Finn Sutton, she discovered that despite his young age, he was impotent.

After a great deal of persuasion, Finn finally agreed to a full check-up at the hospital, and the results were even worse than she had imagined.

Besides being impotent, Finn Sutton also had azoospermia.

At that time, Finn's mother was critically ill, and her only wish was to hold a grandchild.

Wanting to be a filial son, he begged Vivian Lawson to undergo IVF—specifically, donor-sperm IVF, using a sample selected from a sperm bank.

The pain she endured during that time was something Vivian couldn't bear to recall.

In the blink of an eye, several years had passed. Their child was almost three, and Finn's condition showed no signs of improving.

Claire Crowe was a doctor, and she knew this kind of condition was incurable.

So she had urged Vivian several times to take a hard look at her marriage.

After all, to live like a widow at such a young age—a whole lifetime was so long—would be sheer torture.

But because Finn was a devoted family man who was responsible and dedicated to her and their son, she could never bring herself to take that step.

'Never in a million years did I expect that he would be the one to bring up divorce first!'

After briefly recalling the years of grievance and forbearance, Vivian Lawson gave a sarcastic smile. "Does an emotional affair not count as cheating?"

Finn didn't argue, but his expression was resolute. "You can name your terms for the divorce. The house, the cars, the cash, even company shares—you can have them."

"Is there no room for discussion?" Vivian asked calmly.

Finn looked at her, seeming to sense her reluctance to divorce. He hesitated for a moment before saying shamelessly, "If you don't mind my moving Rosalyn and her daughter into our home to live with us, then we can…"

Before he could finish, Vivian shot to her feet, grabbed the glass of red wine in front of her, and decisively splashed it in his face.

"Let's get divorced. We split the assets fifty-fifty, and I get our son."

Finn, looking utterly humiliated, lowered his head.

But when he heard that, he snapped his head up and objected, "I have no problem with splitting the assets, but Justin must be mine."

"Finn Sutton, have you no shame?" Vivian exploded. "I nearly died giving birth to Justin!"

The torment of undergoing IVF was seared into her memory.

But Finn grew cold, his tone becoming formulaic. "I've consulted a lawyer. You're a full-time housewife with no income, so you're unable to support the child. Furthermore, since he was conceived via sperm donation and considering my infertility, even if we go to court, the judge will be inclined to grant me custody."

Vivian's brow furrowed tightly. She stared at him as if he were a complete stranger.

'So, you've had this all planned out. You were just informing me today.' A chill washed over her heart. She couldn't believe the man who slept beside her had schemed against her like this.

"Vivian, you're still young. After the divorce, you can remarry and have as many children as you want. But I can't. Justin is the only child I'll ever have." Finn started playing the victim, trying to appeal to her emotions.

At this, Vivian couldn't help but scoff, "You're right, you can't! You have azoospermia and erectile dysfunction. You've lived this long without ever knowing what it's like to be with a woman—what on earth does Rosalyn Bell see in you?"

Her words attracted the attention of the surrounding diners, and several people turned to look, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and shock.

"I bet she just sees you as a free ATM, right? And she likes that you can't have children, so you'll have no choice but to be good to her daughter," Vivian added with a sneer.

Finn said flatly, "Rosalyn doesn't know about any of that."

"Ha!" Vivian's sneer deepened. "So, it wasn't enough to lie to me, you have to lie to your Lover too? Suddenly, I feel a lot better about this."

Finn couldn't keep his composure any longer, his anger simmering. "Vivian, that's enough! We were husband and wife, and I never mistreated you. Let's just part on good terms. What's the point of acting like this?"

"Of course there's a point." Vivian was furious, and she didn't care if others were watching the drama unfold. She continued her verbal assault.

"Justin was conceived via a sperm donor. Biologically, he has absolutely nothing to do with you. If you want a child, go ask Rosalyn Bell to figure out a way to give you one. You want to steal the son I worked so hard to bring into this world? Dream on!"

"Vivian, if you're going to be this aggressive, then I'll have no choice but to have my lawyer file for divorce," Finn retorted, now resorting to threats.

"Fine, you—" Just as Vivian was about to accept the challenge, the phone in her purse rang.

She took it out and saw it was the family nanny calling.

"Hello, Ruby…"

"Mrs. Sutton, the young master suddenly got a nosebleed, and I can't get it to stop! I'm having Mr. Cole drive him to the hospital now. You and your husband need to come quickly!"

Vivian remembered that today was their anniversary, so she had deliberately arranged for some time alone together, leaving their son at home with the nanny.

She never expected something like this to happen.

Panic seized her, and she immediately got up to leave. "Okay, I'm on my way. Keep me updated if anything changes."

When Finn heard his son was sick, he immediately stood up and ran after her, grabbing her arm.

"What happened to Justin? What's wrong?"

Vivian's eyes were red as she lost control, spinning around and viciously smashing her purse against him. "Go keep your Lover company! Whether my son lives or dies has nothing to do with you!"

She hit him so hard he couldn't even open his eyes. He dodged pathetically, muttering, "You're crazy, you're crazy."

Worried about her son, Vivian left without a second glance after venting her fury.

When she arrived at the hospital, the nanny, Ruby, greeted her and briefly explained the child's situation.

Vivian's heart was pounding. She had a strange and terrible premonition.

Soon, the doctor came out.

"Mrs. Sutton, the young master's nosebleed has been stopped for now. The preliminary blood test shows a problem with his blood clotting. To be safe, it's best to have him admitted for observation. We can run more detailed tests tomorrow," the doctor advised.

'A problem with his blood clotting?'

Vivian's face paled, and she nodded repeatedly. "Okay, we'll admit him."

She walked into the emergency room and saw her young son, her heart aching as if it were being torn apart.

The little boy, who was almost three, had the front of his clothes covered in shocking bloodstains.

"Mommy…" Justin Sutton opened his little arms, wanting to be coddled.

Vivian immediately pulled herself together, went forward to hug her son, and rubbed his little head. "Were you scared, sweetheart? It's all Mommy's fault. I shouldn't have left you at home."

Justin Sutton blinked his big, bright, dark eyes and said sensibly, "Mommy is with me every day. You have to make time for Daddy sometimes, or he'll get jealous."

In the past, hearing these words would have filled Vivian with warmth and happiness.

But now, she only felt a bitter irony.

'That seemingly responsible, dependable, gentle, and family-oriented man—it was all an act. He has always loved the woman who abandoned him. Even now that she's asking him to play the savior for her and her child, he's taking to it with delight and can't wait to do more.'

Seeing her son smiling at her, Vivian couldn't help but kiss his little cheek and praise him with a smile.

'It wasn't that she was boasting, but although the little guy's features were still childish and hadn't fully matured, he had deep-set eyes, a high-bridged nose, and even thick, dark hair. One could only imagine how handsome he would be when he grew up. Vivian had often thought that if Finn Sutton had been able to have children, any child they might have had together would surely not have been as handsome as the one before her now. In that sense, she was lucky she'd managed to pick a real looker from the sperm bank.'

After completing the hospital admission procedures, just as Vivian was settling her son into the ward, a call came from Finn Sutton.

She glanced at it, didn't answer, and rejected the call.

But Finn kept calling, again and again.

Even her son sensed something was wrong and asked if it was Daddy calling.

Vivian had no choice but to coax her son to sleep before stepping out of the room.

"Hello? What do you want?" she answered coldly.

On the other end, Finn's voice was urgent. "How's Justin? Does he have a cold or a fever?"

"If you're so concerned, why don't you come to the hospital and see for yourself?"

Finn stammered, and just as he was about to answer, a voice could be heard from his side.

It was the tender voice of a little girl, calling out, "Uncle."

Vivian immediately knew what was happening and asked, "Don't tell me you went to be with Rosalyn Bell, did you?"

"Well… Rosalyn isn't feeling well, and there's no one to look after her daughter. Once I get things settled here, I'll come to the hospital to see—"

Before he could finish, Vivian decisively hung up.

A foul breath was caught in her chest, pressing down until her organs seemed to spasm in pain.

'She still couldn't believe that the man who was a "top ten best husband" in everyone else's eyes could suddenly become so unrecognizable. Divorce. I have to get a divorce! I don't want to maintain this rotten, lice-infested wreck of a marriage for another second. I can ditch the scumbag, but my son must stay with me. If Finn Sutton insists on fighting me for our son, I'll announce the scandal of that bastard's impotence to the whole world!'

* * *

Vivian stayed with her son at the hospital all night, but Finn Sutton never showed up.

'I wonder if Rosalyn Bell used some trick to keep him there.'

But Vivian had no time to worry about that. She took her son back to the doctor for more detailed tests.

Soon, some of the test results came back.

"Mrs. Sutton, the lab report shows a massive proliferation and accumulation of white blood cells. We can see blast cells under the microscope. This is a very dangerous sign."

The doctor called her over, his expression grave and serious as he spoke.

Vivian didn't understand what "blast cells" meant, but when she heard about the massive increase in white blood cells, her first thought was leukemia.

The doctor nodded. "My initial suspicion is blood cancer. If you want a second opinion, you can transfer to the Women's and Children's Hospital for a bone marrow aspiration."

...

The words hit Vivian Lawson like a physical blow, her body trembling as her mind went blank.

'Her son had been perfectly healthy since birth. How could he suddenly have leukemia?'

She just sat there, her limbs ice-cold, the world spinning around her. It felt as if her entire world had collapsed.

After a long moment, the doctor's voice snapped her back to her senses. She shot to her feet, not daring to waste a single second, and immediately left to transfer her son to another hospital.

The Provincial Women's and Children's Hospital. That was where Justin had been born.

She knew quite a few doctors there, and her best friend, Claire Crowe, was an obstetrician at that very hospital.

On the way, Finn Sutton called again. Annoyed and agitated, she couldn't be bothered to deal with him and simply blocked his number and him on WeChat.

When they arrived at the Provincial Women's and Children's Hospital, Claire Crowe was already waiting for them.

They had exchanged information over WeChat. As soon as Claire saw her, her eyes stung with unshed tears. She quickly pulled Vivian into a hug. "Don't panic yet. It could be a mistake. Let's wait for the test results."

Vivian Lawson had only told her best friend about it; she hadn't even told her own parents yet.

Hearing her friend's comforting words, she finally felt a bit of relief and pulled herself together.

"Godmother, are you off work today?" Justin Sutton looked up at Claire Crowe and asked curiously.

Claire crouched down and stroked the little one's head, her heart aching. "Godmother is at work, but I missed you so much that I had to come see you."

"Justin missed Godmother, too," the little boy said sweetly.

Claire's department was busy, so after helping them get checked in and settled, she had to leave.

Vivian had just brought her son to the hospital room and hadn't even gotten settled when her phone rang.

It was a call from home.

"Hello, Mom..."

"Vivian, what's wrong with Justin? Finn called us. He said Justin went to the hospital last night and we haven't heard anything since. He also said you blocked his number—did you two have a fight?"

Her mother, Frances Adler, asked worriedly from the other end of the line.

Hearing this, Vivian's anger flared. "That bastard Finn actually dared to call you and tattle?"

Conscious of her son behind her, she clutched her phone and stepped out of the room, lowering her voice.

On the hospital bed, Justin Sutton sat obediently for a little while. Growing bored of looking around, he slid off the bed to find his mom.

"Mommy..." The little guy darted around the hospital floor, but after searching everywhere, he couldn't find her.

He wanted to go back to the room, but when he turned around, he couldn't tell which way to go. He had no choice but to guess and pick a direction.

And just like that, he was lost.

The little boy grew frightened. Murmuring "Mommy," he started to wail.

At the end of the hallway, the door to a luxury private room opened, and two men and a doctor in a white coat emerged.

"Mr. Hawthorne, Mrs. Hawthorne's condition is a result of overwhelming grief. For the Second Young Master to die in the line of duty... It's a terrible tragedy for elders to bury the young. Truly heartbreaking," the doctor said to the man walking in front—Leo Hawthorne, the eldest son of the Hawthorne family.

Leo Hawthorne's expression was grave. He wore a custom-tailored black suit that accentuated his already tall, unyielding frame, making him seem even more imposing and severe. From a distance, he exuded a powerful, almost oppressive, air of superiority.

"Yes. I'll have to ask you to continue taking good care of her. I'll also come and spend more time with Mrs. Hawthorne," Leo Hawthorne replied in a low voice, his handsome, stern face etched with grief.

The Hawthorne family—one of the most prominent and powerful families in Jovara—had just suffered a bereavement.

The family's second son, Aaron Hawthorne, was a fire station chief.

Ten days ago, while leading his team on a firefighting mission, Aaron Hawthorne had sacrificed his life to save a teammate during a sudden explosion. He died a hero.

When the tragic news broke, the entire Hawthorne family was overcome with grief.

The funeral had just concluded when Mrs. Hawthorne was hospitalized with a serious illness brought on by her overwhelming sorrow.

Having suffered two devastating blows in such a short time, even a man as strong-willed and rational as Leo Hawthorne couldn't hide the grief and exhaustion in his expression.

As the three of them rounded a corner, the doctor spotted the little boy crying in the hallway and muttered, "Whose kid is that? What's he doing here all alone?"

"Little fella, where are your mommy and daddy?" the doctor asked, walking over and crouching down.

Justin Sutton pouted, his voice muffled. "I came out to find my mommy... *sob*..."

Leo Hawthorne had no mind to deal with this and was about to bid the doctor farewell when his assistant, Ethan Hayes, suddenly exclaimed, "Boss, this little boy... he looks just like you!"

Leo Hawthorne, who had already started to walk past, turned back at his words, his gaze falling on the little boy's face.

A few seconds later, his cold gaze sharpened.

The doctor noticed it too. His eyes widened as he looked back and forth between the boy and Leo Hawthorne. "He's right! The kid's features, his eyes... he's the spitting image of Mr. Hawthorne."

Leo retracted his gaze and said coldly, "If your eyes are that useless, you should donate them."

The doctor muttered, "I'm not wrong, though. He really does. He looks like your long-lost..."

"AHEM!" Ethan Hayes knew what the doctor was implying and quickly cut him off. "Director Yates, please don't spread rumors. My boss has always been a man of integrity, and he's currently single."

"Oh..." Director Yates understood and quickly offered an apologetic smile. "My apologies, Mr. Hawthorne. My eyes must have been playing tricks on me."

Seeing the three adults gathered around him saying strange things, Justin Sutton stopped crying and simply tilted his head up to look at them curiously.

Even though the doctor was crouching right in front of him, for some reason, Justin looked past him, his gaze landing solely on Leo Hawthorne. "Hello, Mister," he said, politely and confidently. "Can I please borrow your phone? I want to call my mommy."

Leo Hawthorne was just about to leave, but he turned back at the boy's words and looked at him again.

"Here, you can use my phone," Director Yates said quickly.

He held his phone out to the little boy.

"Mr. Hawthorne, you're an incredibly busy man. Please, don't let us keep you," Director Yates said, getting to his feet and giving a polite nod.

"Hmph. That mister's so stingy," Justin Sutton muttered as he took the phone and started dialing his mother's number.

His voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't quiet either—just loud enough for all three men to hear.

Each of their faces wore a different expression.

Ethan Hayes's expression was particularly colorful as he cautiously glanced at his boss.

He saw his boss shoot the little boy a look before turning, expressionless, and walking toward the elevators.

Ethan followed. As they waited for the elevator, he couldn't stop thinking about it and finally remarked, "Boss, you know, it would be wonderful if that little boy really were yours. If Mrs. Hawthorne knew she had a grandson, I'm sure she'd recover in no time."

At these words, Leo Hawthorne's expression grew even more solemn and grief-stricken.

His brother had died in the line of duty without leaving behind any children. This was Mrs. Hawthorne's greatest regret.

The elevator doors opened. Ethan reached out to hold them for his boss, but just then, a woman came rushing out from inside.

"Justin... Justin?"

...

Vivian Lawson was in such a frantic hurry to find her son that she didn't even notice the person standing beside her.

A gust of wind hit Leo Hawthorne in the face as the woman rushed past. His brow furrowed slightly, and he glanced back unconsciously.

He saw the beautiful, fleeting silhouette of a tall, slender woman.

But he was never short of women like that.

Ethan Hayes also looked at the woman's retreating figure. "Looks like that little guy's mom found him. She's quite pretty."

Leo Hawthorne said nothing, simply turning and stepping into the elevator.

As the elevator descended, Leo Hawthorne quietly instructed his assistant, "Cancel my morning appointments tomorrow. I need to go to the fire station to collect Aaron's personal effects."

Ethan Hayes nodded. "Understood."

After his younger brother's death in the line of duty, the entire Hawthorne Family had been mired in grief, with no time to go to the station where he had worked to retrieve his things.

Thinking about the scene that awaited him tomorrow, the cold and resolute eldest son of the Hawthorne Family felt his eyes quietly well up with tears.

"Justin, you scared me to death! Don't run off like that again, okay? You'll make me worry." Vivian Lawson found her son and knelt, pulling him into a tight hug.

Justin Sutton's lip trembled as he said guiltily, "I'm sorry, Mom. I came out to find you, but the hospital is so big that I got lost..."

"Yes, I know."

Vivian Lawson nodded, kissed her son, and scooped him into her arms, thanking Director Yates profusely.

Director Yates discreetly studied Vivian Lawson, struck by her exceptionally beautiful and captivating face.

"Pardon me, ma'am," Director Yates couldn't contain his curiosity and struck up a conversation. "May I be so bold as to ask if you're here visiting a patient, or for an admission?"

"For an admission," Vivian Lawson replied with polite formality.

"And... in which department?"

"Hematology."

After replying, Vivian Lawson glanced at his name badge. Seeing that he was a department director and physician, she couldn't help but feel a sense of respect.

"Why do you ask all this?" she countered, her curiosity piqued.

Director Yates smiled. "Oh, it's nothing. I just think he's a very endearing child and couldn't help but show some concern."

With that, he reached out and patted Justin's head. "I wish you a speedy recovery, little guy."

"Thank you, Doctor. I hope you have a great day at work, too."

Justin Sutton replied smoothly without any prompting from his mother, a clear display of his high emotional intelligence.

Vivian Lawson bid farewell to Director Yates and left, still carrying her son.

"Mom, was that Dad on the phone just now? Is he coming to stay with me?" the little one asked in a clear, bright voice, his arms wrapped around his mother's neck.

The smile on Vivian Lawson's lips was particularly bitter. She comforted him, saying, "Dad will come as soon as he's finished with work."

Behind them, Director Yates overheard their exchange. He shook his head in thought. 'He has a father... I guess it's just a coincidental resemblance after all.'

————

Vivian Lawson had only said it to comfort her son, but to her surprise, not long after they returned to the hospital room, Finn Sutton actually showed up.

He had come with her parents.

"Justin, I'm sorry. Daddy got held up with something last night, so I'm only just now coming to see you." Finn Sutton went straight to his son's side the moment he walked in.

Vivian Lawson's face was a mask of fury, but she couldn't unleash it in front of her son.

Her gaze shifted to her parents, who had followed him in. She strode toward them.

"Mom, didn't I specifically ask you not to tell him? Why did you bring him here?"

"Now, now, don't be angry." Frances Adler took her daughter's hand, trying to placate her. "When a son is sick, it's only right and proper for his father to be by his side. How can you keep him from his dad just because you two had a fight?"

Vivian Lawson was speechless.

Her father, Arthur Lawson, also chided her. "Finn is good enough to you. You shouldn't be picking fights all the time. It's hard for a man to build a career out there. You need to be more gentle and virtuous."

"That's right," Frances Adler added. "Look at you—you don't have to work, you have a nanny to help with the child, and you get seventy to eighty thousand a month for spending money. You have such a good life."

Vivian Lawson had always known her parents were traditional. In the past, she could just offer a few perfunctory words when she heard this sort of talk.

But now, with Finn Sutton having cheated on and betrayed her, hearing these words made her burn with anger.

"Dad, Mom, I'm your daughter! Why do you always take Finn Sutton's side?"

"We—"

She cut her parents off. "And is it my fault I don't have a job? Finn Sutton was the one who begged me to quit and stay home. If I had stayed in my career, my achievements wouldn't be any less than his today."

Vivian Lawson had been a top student her whole life. She graduated with a master's degree in computer science at twenty-three and, with a recommendation from her advisor, went straight to work for a major tech company.

A year later, she was already a project lead with a limitless future ahead of her.

If it hadn't been for Finn Sutton's silver-tongued persuasion and relentless pleading, she never would have softened and given up her career to become a stay-at-home wife and mother.

When she left, her bosses at the company and her university advisor were all deeply disappointed.

Even during these years she spent "buried" at home, whenever Finn Sutton's tech company ran into a technical problem, she was the one who stepped in to solve it.

She was never just a trophy wife living off a man; she had simply been willing to give up her own halo for the sake of love.

Seeing their daughter's temper flare, Frances Adler glanced at her husband. They stopped trying to persuade her and switched to placating her instead. "We know you sacrificed your career for the family. It's only natural to feel some resentment sometimes. We'll have Finn apologize to you properly later."

Vivian Lawson's face was cold. "It's useless."

"Then what do you want?" Seeing that his daughter was completely unyielding, Arthur Lawson's expression hardened. "Don't tell me you want a divorce?"

"Me, want a divorce?" Vivian Lawson looked at her father and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. "Didn't Finn Sutton tell you why I won't let him see Justin?"

"Why?"

Vivian Lawson turned her head, her gaze icy as she looked at the man's silhouette by the hospital bed.

"Because *he's* the one who wants a divorce. His precious first love came back to the country with her daughter, begging him to take them in."

"What?" Frances Adler's voice shot up an octave as she whipped her head around to look toward the bed.

She saw her son-in-law sitting on the edge of the bed, holding their son. The two of them were laughing and talking together.

"That... that's impossible, isn't it? Did you do something wrong to make Finn angry? Is he just making things up to get back at you?"

Frances Adler tore her gaze away and stared at her daughter, her old habit of siding with her son-in-law flaring up again.

Vivian Lawson looked at her parents, suddenly feeling at a complete loss for words.

More painful than her husband's betrayal was her parents' constant invalidation and suspicion.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter how exceptionally or brightly she shone, she had never received a single word of praise from her parents.

Even when she was accepted into a top university and later a prestigious graduate program, earning endless praise from all the neighbors...

...her parents would only say, "The more you study, the dumber you become. It's a waste of money for a girl to get so much education. You'll just get married sooner or later anyway."

But her brother, six years her junior, received nothing but praise. It didn't matter that his grades had always been at the bottom of the class. Even when the good-for-nothing oaf ballooned to 275 pounds, they would still praise him, saying, "A good appetite is a blessing."

At these thoughts, Vivian Lawson's eyes couldn't help but well up. The bitter ache rising in her chest was almost suffocating.

Finn Sutton stayed with his son, glancing back at Vivian Lawson from time to time to observe her reaction.

Seeing the tense atmosphere among the three members of the Lawson family, he settled his son down and walked over.

"Dad, Mom, could you stay with Justin for a minute? I need to talk to Vivian alone," Finn Sutton said in a low voice.

Arthur Lawson looked at his son-in-law. "Finn, Vivian says you want a divorce?"

Finn Sutton knew there was no avoiding it and could only nod. "Yes. I can compensate Vivian, but Justin has to stay with me."

Vivian Lawson shot her husband a hateful glare. "If Justin had leukemia, would you still want him?"

"What did you say?" Finn Sutton's face was a picture of shock.