Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Hayden, as the leader of the first squad, understood the logic well; how could Jared, the overall team leader, not understand it? Yet now, even his actions were restricted, let alone the entire special squad. Jared set down the application in his hands, his rounded fingertips tapping the signature, “You go talk to the boss yourself.”

Hayden’s face, flushed with anger, cooled instantly.

Dare he? To the man everyone called the boss, he was just a small fry, how could he possibly deliver himself into the shark’s mouth.

Hayden sat down, rubbing his hair in frustration.

After a few seconds, he asked, “The boss signed it without asking you, why didn’t you ask him?”

Jared sipped his fruit tea, a hint of sweetness lingering, “He said Vivienne is my immediate relative, if I signed it, it could be used against me. If something went wrong, no one would stand up for me, so he didn’t notify me.”

Hayden’s mouth opened and closed several times without closing.

Every word Christopher Parr spoke was in Jared’s interest, how could anyone argue against that?

Unable to sit still, Hayden cursed under his breath and stood to leave.

With a slam of the door, he left, not caring if he would be punished.

It was just too suffocating.

Jared picked up the application from the table, looking up at Tina with eyes that held a cold gleam, yet flickered with a light that could melt frost, “Tina, shall we go have a look?”

Tina stood, taking the fruit tea from Jared’s hand and drinking it all through the straw, “Mmm, let’s go have a look.”

Inside the Farrell family’s private hospital.

Clara sat in the hospital room sobbing loudly, one might think Vivienne on the bed was already dead.

“My poor daughter, Dad, you see, Vivienne was fine when she went in, and now she’s been through the ICU. How much suffering must she endure because of that Tina? Even if you’re angry with your son, you can’t just watch your granddaughter be tormented to death!”

Clara, tears and snot mingling, accused Tina unrelentingly, pouring out her grievances to Logan.

“Dad, the things Alexander did, our Vivienne and Walter had no part in. I’m an outsider and you ignore me, but the children I bore are all Farrells. If you don’t care, then we three might as well die now, to be out of your sight!”

Logan’s forehead creased with irritation.

He had disagreed with Clara marrying Alexander from the start, knowing she wasn’t a woman to settle down, but at the time she was pregnant and the matter escalated, the Farrell family had to take responsibility.

If he had known it would come to this, he would have rather lost half of the Farrell wealth than let such a woman enter their lives!

Vivienne, pale and weak on the bed, tugged at Clara, “Mom, please go out, I want to talk to Grandpa alone.”

Clara wiped her tears; though she made a scene, she knew when to stop, letting Vivienne fight her own battles was better than her own crying and fussing.

Moreover, the more she made a fuss, the more it showed how sensible Vivienne was, which was her true intent all along.

“I’m telling you, Vivienne, if you keep letting things go like before, I won’t have you as a daughter anymore,” Clara said before slamming the door shut as she left.

Vivienne closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were frighteningly red. She turned to Logan, “Grandpa, this is my fault, it has nothing to do with Jared or Tina.”

Logan never meddled in the younger generation’s affairs.

Since Jared had taken over the Farrell family, he cared even less.

He knew Jared had his own matters to attend to.

And he never interfered or inquired.

Vivienne’s incarceration this time wouldn’t just be a simple financial crime; there had to be more to it. Jared had his own code of conduct, and Vivienne was certainly not wronged.

“Vivienne, to hear you say that brings me great relief. Now that you’re out, live your life well. I won’t let you down. I’ve kept my promise and the card for you; see what you want to do and go do it,” her grandfather said.

Vivienne nodded. “Grandfather, I want nothing. I can’t face staying with the Farrell family. Once I’m better, let me take my mom and brother and leave Ashbury. As for my dad… Grandfather, can you spare him?”

Logan didn’t agree right away, nor could he bear to refuse on the spot.

His own son Alexander was unforgivable.

Yet, facing his granddaughter, he still harbored a compassionate heart.

After all, Vivienne was his first granddaughter. Before Sophia was born, he always cherished and protected her like a treasure.

How could he not dote on her, the only girl among a houseful of boys?

Vivienne herself was commendable, never causing any worries from childhood and possessing a clear mind with a knack for business.

While others schemed to seize the Farrell family’s wealth and clashed with Jared, she alone sought ways to improve herself and genuinely considered the company’s interests.

If not for her recent crime, Logan would have surely allowed her back to the company.

Unfortunately…

Logan sighed, “You shouldn’t worry about your father’s matters. You’ve always been by my side, never left Ashbury, and other places aren’t good for your recovery. Stay put. In a while, your uncle will return, and you should see him. He has always adored you kids the most.”

Vivienne paused, then a genuine smile spread across her face.

Their Uncle Joshua, Logan’s youngest son.

Close in age, he used to be their play leader as children.

He had left for studies abroad ten years ago when Jared and the others had just started college, and hadn’t returned since.

“Didn’t Uncle Joshua say he was settling abroad? What made him decide to come back?” Vivienne was pleased inside.

Joshua was the most non-confrontational member of the Farrell family, truly uninterested in conflicts.

He loved flora; when he was around, he tended to the Farrell Residence’s garden.

He even switched his major from finance to biology without hesitation to study various plants, which nearly drove his grandfather to break his leg in fury.

When Jasper and his father fought over the company’s profits, only Joshua would take the children out for a big meal to spare them from domestic trivialities.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Thus, she, and even Jared, adored their Uncle Joshua the most.

Logan lowered his eyes, “Well, the company is short of people, and he must return now.”

Vivienne pursed her lips.

Indeed, Joshua had to come back.

The Farrell family was falling apart, and if Joshua didn’t return, the company truly would be left with no one.

Moreover, Alexander had left a huge mess of bad debts before his capture.

Although Jared had mostly dealt with it, how could he, as the heir, manage without any competent subordinates?

“It’s good that Uncle Joshua is coming back. At least we kids can sit down together and have a proper meal,” Vivienne sighed, looking somewhat tired.

Logan patted the back of his granddaughter’s hand, “Alright, you rest now. Getting better is what’s most important. Sleep.”

Vivienne closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.