Chapter 163

"Vivian, the Valrose family will always be your home." Vincent Valrose forced a smile, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Vivian Laurent twirled her teacup absentmindedly, her gaze icy. "Yet I don't even have my own room anymore."

"When Natalie and her homewrecker mother moved in, their first act was stealing my bedroom." She locked eyes with Vincent. "Now you expect me to stay in the servants' quarters?"

Vincent stole a glance at Ethan Roscente's stony expression and shuddered.

"Of course not!" He waved his hands frantically. "We have plenty of rooms. Take your pick."

A smirk played on Vivian's lips. "Then return my original room to me." She turned to Natalie Valrose. "As for the thief, the servants' quarters seem fitting."

"Vivian! How dare you!" Natalie trembled with rage, her manicured nails digging into her palms.

Vivian tilted her head innocently. "Father, am I being unreasonable?"

"N-no, of course not." Vincent wiped his brow. "I'll have your room prepared immediately."

"Dad!" Natalie shrieked. "She won't even stay there! This is just to humiliate me!"

"True, I won't." Vivian took a sip of tea. "Perhaps I'll keep a dog there instead." She set down her cup. "The bed as its kennel, the rest as chew toys. Perfect."

"Who are you calling a dog?!" Natalie leapt up, arm raised to strike.

"Enough!" Vincent barked.

Tears welled in Natalie's eyes. "She just called me a dog!"

Vivian chuckled. "Good comprehension skills." She stood, looking down at Natalie. "Though even dogs have more dignity than you."

Natalie lunged at her in a blind rage.

Vivian's foot shot out, sending Natalie crashing to the floor.

"My apologies," Vivian smoothed her skirt. "Reflex when a rabid animal attacks."