Edmund had been visibly ill at ease from the moment he stepped into the room until he finally settled onto the sofa.
He nervously rubbed his hands on his lap, then initiated a conversation with Vivian. "Our meeting yesterday was too brief. I haven't had the chance to ask you. How is your mother doing?"
The relationship between husband and wife could be quite strange at times.
When their relationship was good, they were more than family.
When the relationship soured, they were worse than strangers, sometimes even becoming enemies.
Vivian was no longer a child. She could tell that Edmund's inquiry wasn't genuine.
A faint smile touched her lips as she picked up a bottle of water from the table, twisted the cap open, and handed it to him. "She's ill and hospitalized."
Edmund took the b
