“Thank you, Mrs. Jenkins! I merely fulfilled my duty as a granddaughter," replied Vivian eagerly.

"Vivian, it seems you once attempted to conceal something. However, I will disregard your behavior this time due to your confession. Do not let it happen again. You may leave now,”

Mrs. Jenkins stated impatiently, waving her away.

“Oh, I understand your point now."

Vivian found it difficult to believe what she was hearing.

She couldn't be certain if she had correctly understood.

Mrs. Jenkins' response left her bewildered and perplexed.

Vivian cannot tolerate her grandmother's cruel answers without any rewards for her valuable information! Mrs. Jenkins’ accusations against Vivian were feeble attempts to justify her actions! Had Vivian known it, she would never have submitted to Mrs. Jenkins’ authority.

Vivian mumbled to herself bitterly. Clearly upset, she gazed at Mrs. Jenkins without the same reverence in her eyes.

"Well, is there anything bothering you? Do you have any opinions?" Mrs. Jenkins remained vigilant, attentively observing Vivian's countenance, determined to catch every subtle expression.

“No, Mrs. Jenkins. You've misunderstood me. I don't intend to contradict you. I'1l be leaving now," Vivian responded.

Unbridled fury surged through Vivian, yet she found herself powerless to do anything but obediently exit the room.

She made an effort to conceal her nervousness, fearing that she had divulged too much.

Meanwhile, her growing frustration stemmed from the lack of any gains. She uttered curses against Mrs. Jenkins, mimicking what she had applied against Maria.

Barbara was in the room as well.

Whispering softly, she expressed her concern, “Grandma, I'm afraid Vivian has an issue with you."

“Don't worry. Apart from some skills she showcases, she poses no threat, lacking connections and reliable allies. If she wishes to succeed within the Jenkins family, she must obey me. Sometimes it is quite challenging to be subservient. However, what she thinks didn't matter to me," Mrs. Jenkins uttered with indifference.

Barbara was utterly taken aback by her words.

It appeared that Mrs. Jenkins, the revered matriarch of the Jenkins family, treated her kin with disdain.

Mrs. Jenkins demanded compliance and obedience akin to that of a dog if they sought to distinguish themselves.

Barbara couldn't help but wonder if Mrs. Jenkins would treat her in such a manner.

"Oh, you dear girl," Mrs. Jenkins suddenly interjected.

She had read Barbara's thoughts and sought to console her.

“You are not like the others. Look at you. You are my cherished granddaughter."