"Simon, what are you doing? Why did you let them in?"
Vivian's voice was trembling, panic visible in her eyes.
Helen, standing nearby, also chimed in anxiously.
"Yeah, Mr. Johnson, why did you let them in? Vivian's still recovering; the doctor said she shouldn't get agitated again."
Simon stayed leaning against the doorframe, staring coldly at the mother and daughter in front of him.
"Vivian, I've already said this—when you make a mistake, you face the consequences. If simply attempting suicide could erase all responsibility, does that mean anyone could just run away from everything by doing so?"
There were things he couldn't ignore, but teaching her a lesson was still necessary.
Vivian stared at Simon, her shock quickly turning into disbelief. She couldn't wrap her
