Chapter 321 Tolerance Does Not Mean Connivance

"Okay, I'll go there on your behalf. You should inform them so that they will trust me when I go there." Brevard couldn't help but complain, "How long has this been investigated? Finally, there is some progress."

"Alright, let's do it this way," Ethan said. "Vivian just called me. Gotta go first."

"Okay, but she also called me just now. Do you think she will figure out something?"

"What did she figure out?" Ethan asked back, and then said, "Our conversation is not a secret. Just don't tell her about us investigating Margaret's matter for now. I don't want to ruin the relationship between us until we have solid evidence."

Brevard responded, "Got it. Don't worry, I won't let it slip."

"I know. I trust you."

Soon, the two hung up the phone.

About ten minutes later, Brevard figured that Ethan should have finished the call with Vivian, so he took out his phone and sent a message to Vivian.

He wrote, "I'm at home, respectfully welcoming your arrival."

Vivian replied in a split second, "Wait." In less than five minutes, she was standing at his door.

Brevard opened the door and saw Vivian holding a bowl of pomegranate seeds, feeling pleasantly surprised by this gesture.

Somewhat incredulous, he asked, "Did you intentionally bring this for me?"

Vivian glanced at him and replied, "Of course. Is there someone else in your house? Hey, I think I actually saw a figure just now."

"Don't scare me. I'm an atheist. By the way, is this because you couldn't finish eating it and felt like it would be a waste to throw it away?"

Vivian was speechless, directly snatching the bowl back from Brevard's hand. "If you don't want it, just say so. I'll peel a little less if I can't finish it."

"No, no, I want it." Brevard hurriedly took the bowl back from Vivian's hand. "Have a seat. What would you like to drink? I'll get it for you."

"No need. I already drank water at home and came here just to bring you some pomegranate seeds. After all, you took them back."

"It's nothing. They're heavy." Brevard smiled and adjusted his glasses. "Why don't you come in and chat?"

"What do you want to chat about?"

Brevard lazily leaned against the wall and said with a smirk, "As your friend and doctor, I also want to care about your mental health. I heard about what Owen's fans did to you. You must be very annoyed, right?"

"Is that all?" Vivian raised an eyebrow. "It's fine. It's nothing to me. But sometimes I am indeed annoyed because many of them are underage, only fourteen or fifteen years old. Their minds are not mature, and they are not entirely responsible for their actions."

"Yes." Brevard carefully chose his words. "If you don't stop this behavior, these children may become even more ruthless in the future. The best way is to report it to the police and let them handle it.

"But if things get serious, there may be a criminal record. The parents of these children must be sad. They may be well-behaved at home, but in the world of idols and certain crazy fan' organizations, they turn into completely different people for the sake of achieving certain purposes.

"How terrifying. What if one day, you find that the closest person to you has also changed, what would you do?"

"The closest person?" Vivian pondered for a moment. "If it's the closest person, then we will certainly be more tolerant of them than strangers. But they also need to acknowledge their mistakes and be willing to change. If they are stubborn, then we can only go our separate ways."

"Yeah." Brevard nodded. "That's how I see it too. Tolerance is one thing, but ultimately, we cannot connive."

"You are right." Vivian agreed. "Tolerance does not mean connivence. I'll leave now."

"Okay, I'll walk you out."

In fact, it was only a few steps away, but Brevard still walked Vivian to the elevator.

Before the elevator door opened, Brevard suddenly stopped Vivian.

"By the way, I will have a day shift the day after tomorrow. Let's have dinner together after work."

"Sure, let's go with that."

Just as Vivian finished speaking, the elevator door opened and she walked in.

Watching the slowly closing elevator door, Brevard thought to himself.

"I hope that when the truth proves that Margaret is really in the wrong, she can stay firm and not connive with Margaret.”

...

In order to lure out Quinton, Vivian's recent schedule had been very fixed.

Basically, she went from home to work and then to the nearby mall.

She usually went to the mall for meals, and she chose the top floor where there were fewer people.

That evening at 7:30 pm, after leaving the company, she was still preparing to have a business set meal as usual.

The elevator in this shopping mall was transparent, allowing people inside to overlook the entire mall, and even see people in the elevator next door.

This time, she unexpectedly saw Brevard carrying a briefcase in the elevator next to her.

At that moment, she even subconsciously thought Brevard had come to find her.

But upon reflection, they had actually agreed to have dinner the next day.

So she didn't think much of it and didn't intend to contact Brevard, knowing he had his own things to do.

However, she didn't expect it to be a coincidence that Brevard was also going to the eighth floor.

But they were heading in a different direction. She planned to go left while Brevard went to the right.

At first, Vivian didn't have the intention to approach and greet him, but she soon noticed that there was a suspicious person behind Brevard.

This time, Vivian couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

But she couldn't be sure what the person was tracking Brevard for, and whether her sudden appearance would ruin things for Brevard.

So she immediately called Brevard.

However, Brevard didn't answer the call, as if he didn't notice the incoming call.

Vivian guessed that he must have put his phone in his briefcase and muted it.

She decided to follow him.

...

Brevard chose a dimmed restaurant with private rooms.

He must have made an appointment with someone, as he went directly into a private room after entering.

The person who followed him sneakily chose the room next to his.

After pondering, Vivian decided not to directly approach Brevard but quietly followed the person who was tracking him.

She hid by the door and indeed found that person suspicious.

The walls of the private room were very thick. Logically speaking, if people in one room were speaking softly, the people next door would not be able to hear them.

But this person obviously came prepared.

He actually took out something similar to a stethoscope, one end of the device was attached to the wall, and the other end was inserted into his own ear.

Clearly, he was eavesdropping!