Chapter 292: Don't Hate Him Anymore

Seeing Vivian about to get up, Ethan grabbed her and said, "Is he still outside?"

Vivian nodded and said, "He said he sincerely came to apologize to me, so I let him wait outside. But before that, I wanted to ask you. How did he end up following you? Did you bring him here?"

"How is that possible?" Ethan grabbed Vivian's finger and bit it, but it didn't hurt at all. "I came to find you urgently. Why would I bring him along?"

"He followed me on his own. I only noticed him when I was about to get off the plane. It was already too late to send him away by then."

"He said he came to redeem himself, but it's still best to be cautious. This brat has always been mischievous and full of tricks since he was a child."

Vivian nodded and said, "Okay, I will go meet him."

Seeing Vivian getting off the bed, Ethan immediately stood up and said, "I'll go with you."

Vivian glanced at him but then placed her hand on his shoulder. "You're tired today, so you should rest."

Ethan was momentarily stunned. He knew that Vivian didn't want him to go over.

He looked at Vivian with a frown. "Why?"

Vivian didn't want to hide anything from Ethan, so she spoke directly, "It's about Christopher. Give me a little more time. I will inevitably mention these things when I meet Owen."

That explained it... Ethan looked at Vivian and remained silent for a few seconds.

"Okay, you're the boss." Even so, Ethan still got up.

He took a piece of clothing for Vivian from the wardrobe by the bed. "Put this on."

"Alright." Vivian reached out to take the clothes and imitated his tone. "You're the boss."

Ethan held Vivian's hand and couldn't help but chuckle, "Do you want me to help you put it on?"

Vivian glared at him. "If you don't want me to go out, just say it."

With that, she quickly changed into the clothes and was about to go out.

Ethan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her with a hint of grievance in his eyes. "Won't you kiss me before you leave?"

Vivian chuckled and walked over, pressing him onto the bed and satisfying him.

Five minutes had passed by the time she went out to open the door.

Owen was indeed still there. When he saw Vivian open the door, his eyes seemed brighter than before.

Because of the cold, his voice trembled as he spoke earnestly, "I really came to apologize sincerely. I didn't take a single step while waiting outside. Please tell me what else I need to do."

Vivian glanced at Owen and noticed that his lips had turned slightly purple from the cold.

She didn't say anything and just gave him a signal with her eyes, indicating for him to come inside.

This city had a large temperature difference between day and night. Owen was drenched, and even through the half-opened door, he could feel the warmth emanating from inside.

He followed Vivian and walked in strides into the house.

Vivian headed straight to the bar in the open kitchen, and Owen naturally followed her.

On the counter, there was a bottle of whiskey already opened. Vivian took out two glasses and poured one-third of a glass of alcohol into each of them.

Owen, feeling both cold and thirsty, looked at the drink in front of him. He swallowed his saliva involuntarily.

Vivian noticed his subtle movement and smiled as she picked up one glass of alcohol and handed it to him.

"It must be cold after being drenched. How about warming up with a drink?"

As Vivian said these words, her voice even had a hint of tenderness. Owen was somewhat surprised, but he still reached out his hand.

However, just as he was about to touch the glass, Vivian suddenly let go.

With a bang, the glass instantly shattered into pieces under Owen's feet.

Vivian did this intentionally, and Owen was not foolish. He immediately realized it.

At first, he felt a bit angry, but he quickly suppressed that emotion.

Vivian noticed the change in his expression and lightly curled her lips. "What's wrong? Can't handle a little teasing? Feeling embarrassed?"

"No!" Owen said, bowing his head slightly. "Compared to what I did to you and Ethan, you breaking a glass means nothing. I deserve all of this."

"Oh?" Vivian raised an eyebrow. "It seems like you have figured it out. I heard that Quinton wants to seek revenge on me, and you brought me this news, right?"

"Yes, Ethan must have told you. It's not only Quinton but also Dennis. They both hate your guts. But when I escaped, they were having a conflict, so I'm not sure about the current situation."

"Not sure?" Vivian frowned and looked at Owen. "So you don't even know if Quinton is alive or dead?"

Owen pursed his lips. "Well, I don't know."

Vivian chuckled, "It seems like your information is not very reliable. Owen, do you think you are trustworthy?"

"Why wouldn't I be trustworthy?" Owen became a bit agitated. "Apart from themselves, I am the only outsider who knows about this matter."

"If I hadn't told you, you wouldn't have found out in advance. Although we don't know if they are alive or dead, it's better to be cautious."

Vivian smiled but didn't say anything.

Owen became anxious. "You just don't believe me because I lack credibility in your eyes. But it's okay. I can prove it to you."

Because it was an open kitchen, Owen saw the position of the knives at a glance.

After glancing at the knives, he looked at Vivian, then immediately made up his mind and walked into the kitchen.

Vivian was unsure of what Owen was going to do, but she watched coldly.

Owen took out a fruit knife directly from the shelf.

He held the knife in his left hand and grabbed the blade with his right hand.

Then, in front of Vivian, Owen forcefully slid the knife down, and blood immediately oozed from his palm.

"I swear with my blood that everything I say is true. If I ever deceive you again, I will disable my own hand. I made mistakes before, but now I sincerely regret it and hope you can forgive me."

"Forgive you?" Vivian showed no expression. "Do you know how many people died because of you and Sophia? Do you think I will forgive you just because you shed a few drops of blood in front of me?"

Owen clenched his fist. "Yes, I know it's difficult for you to forgive me. It's not something I can achieve just by saying it."

"You can resent me, but I hope you don't vent your anger on Ethan. I hope you two can be happy together, and I hope my actions won't bring harm to the Cooper family."

"So please don't hate Ethan anymore, and in the future, can you also stop avoiding him?"