Chapter 932

The afternoon sun cast a golden glow as Vivian Laurent reclined on the wicker chair in the garden, enjoying a light nap.

Mia Lombardi hurried back from the market, her empty basket swinging at her side. Her steps were unsteady, her fingers gripping the basket's edge too tightly.

"Mia."

Hearing Vivian's voice, Mia froze. Her knuckles turned white around the basket handle.

"Ms. Laurent." She kept her head down, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vivian noticed the empty basket. "No fresh produce today?"

"The market... The vegetables weren't fresh." Mia's fingers trembled slightly.

Vivian sat up, studying her. "You look pale."

"I'm fine!" Mia's voice cracked before she caught herself. "Really, I'm okay..."

Vivian watched her thoughtfully. "Life throws challenges at us. If money can solve it, it's not a real problem. Tell me if you need help."

Mia nodded hastily and rushed into the mansion.

Without hesitation, Vivian picked up her phone and transferred a million dollars.

In the kitchen, Mia's phone buzzed.

She stared at the bank notification, counting the zeros in disbelief.

A million dollars.

Ms. Laurent hadn't even asked why before sending this fortune.

Tears blurred Mia's vision. She stepped to the window, watching Vivian resting peacefully in the garden.

"Ms. Laurent..." she whispered.

Vivian opened her eyes. "Hmm?"

"This is too much. I can't accept it..."

Vivian smiled. "Keep it for now. Don't let money become your regret."

But her problem couldn't be solved with money.

Mia bit her lip. That man had ordered her to poison Ms. Laurent—how could she ever do it?

During dinner, Mia nearly dropped the soup bowl, her hands unsteady.

"Take a few days off if you're unwell." Vivian took the ladle from her.

Mia's eyes burned. "I'm fine... Just distracted..."

"My door is always open." Vivian's quiet words made Mia's nose sting.

That night, Mia tossed and turned in bed.

How could she betray someone who treated her with such kindness?

She decided never to meet that threatening man again.

Three days later, excruciating pain wracked Mia's body. Cold sweat drenched her nightgown.