My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 130 Trent Is Going to Die

Vivian inclined her head, looked meaningfully at Morris and lied, "I don't know, call him and ask."

"Okay, okay. When are you free? Come over and keep me company. It's been more than a month since

you saved me last time, I only saw you the day before yesterday, why are you so busy every day?"

Madame Cheal sounded amiable.

"Then will it be okay if I go over to spend the evening with you, Grandma?"

"Okay, okay, okay, then that is a deal."

"Well, Grandma, I'll see you tonight."

Vivian hung up the phone and just felt that Madame Cheal was a bit strange today.

"What's wrong?" Morris inquired as he noticed Vivian looking off.

Vivian shook her head and didn't say anything, waiting in silence for Madame Cheal to call Morris, but

Madame Cheal did not call.

She thought Madame Cheal would call him.

"That is your phone on?" Vivian couldn't help but ask.

If his phone hadn't been dead, Madame Cheal's call would have come through.

"Yes."

"Oh ......" Vivian hung her head slightly and fell into deep thought, then suddenly thought of something

else and asked, "When is Grandma's birthday?"

"One month and six days to go."

"That would be the twenty-fourth day of October."

Vivian projected the time given by Morris and remembered that last time when she saved Madame

Cheal, Madame Cheal said that she had two months before her birthday.

According to Madame Cheal, it would be her birthday in a few days, but Morris had said it would be in a

month, and the Cheal family hadn't made any arrangement until now.

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Then there was the day before yesterday, Madame Cheal said she hadn't seen her in a month, but in

reality it had been over a month and a half since she had saved Madame Cheal's life.

And just now, it was clear that her youngest daughter had passed away ten years ago, so how could

she suddenly bring this up?

"What are you thinking about?"

Sensing that something was wrong with Vivian's face, Morris asked after her.

"I think ......" Vivian hesitated for a split second, seeing Morris’ serious expression and the endless

worry under his eyes, "Forget it, it's nothing, Grandma was looking for you just now, call her back."

Before there was no evidence, Vivian could not speculate, just stay with Madame Cheal and observe

before determination.

Morris then called Madame Cheal back, and she just hung up after a couple of questions.

As the car slowly drove downtown, Morris suddenly spoke, "What do you want to eat?"

Vivian thought for a moment, looked at the breakfast shop on the side of the road, and said to Trent,

"Trent, please stop by the side of the road for a moment."

"Okay, Miss Mond."

Trent responded, pulling the car to the side of the road.

"Wait in the car and I'll go get it for you."

Vivian said to Morris, and pushed open the car door to go directly to the breakfast shop across the

road.

A few minutes later, Vivian, carrying her things, carefully crossed the street, returned to the car and

closed the door.

"Here, your breakfast."

She handed breakfast to Morris, then handed another breakfast to Trent, "Trent, you've worked hard,

have some breakfast."

Accepting his breakfast, Morris looked at an egg in a white plastic bag, plus a cup of soy milk.

His brows knitted slightly, and his dark pupils surfaced disgust, "This, is what you call 'breakfast'?"

"Yes, is there a problem? It costs a dollar, that's enough."

Vivian glanced at Morris and lowered her head as she ate the eggs in her hand, muttering heartily, "Life

isn't easy, it's hard to earn money. It's so heartbreaking to cost a dollar for one breakfast."

Trent, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at the egg in the plastic bag, the corners of his mouth

twitched wildly. He looked up, glanced at his Boss sitting in the back row through the rearview mirror,

only to see him looking at the egg with his head down, hesitating to eat it.

"Boss, just around the corner up ahead is Yipinju, do you want to eat there?"

Trent, who had been working for Morris for more than ten years, knew that Morris never ate these

things and found them unhygienic and unnutritious, so he suggested going to Yipinju.

"Going to Yipinju?"

Vivian's eyes lit up and she immediately snatched away the breakfast that Morris had been staring at

for a long time, "If I know you were going to eat at Yipinju, I wouldn't have had to buy you this. You don't

like it anyway, so I'll save it for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Born with a golden spoon, Morris was used to eating highly nutritious breakfasts, but never ate these

things sold by the roadside.

Despite some internal resistance, Morris reached back for the egg and soy milk, "It's not a bad idea to

change the taste."

With these words, he opened the plastic bag, took a bite of the egg, and chewed slowly.

The salty egg was more flavorful and tasty than the bland, flavorless poached eggs he usually ate.

Vivian watched as Morris took a bite, savoring it, and couldn't help but wonder, "How is it, does it taste

okay?"

Morris bowed his head and took another bite, chewing slowly, before replying, "It's special."

"What's special? It's better than boiled eggs, of course. You rich people like to eat Michelin. No wonder

you can make porridge, you're probably tired of eating sandwiches for breakfast."

Although Morris had enjoyed a privileged life since he was a child, eating French, Italian or Japanese

cuisine cooked by top chefs, it was ultimately less diverse than Chinese cuisine.

And while the snacks from roadside stalls might not be very hygienic, there was nothing to worry about.

"Starting tomorrow, meals will be charged."

Morris finished the egg in his hand and said to Vivian as he sipped his soy milk.

Vivian, who was eating an egg, stalled in her movements and instantly felt that the egg in her hand

didn't smell good anymore.

Her brows knitted in displeasure as she questioned, "On what grounds? Why did you change your

mind? You said you wouldn't charge?"

"Correction, I said 'see how you do'."

A smile was hanging on his face.

That day Morris did say to Vivian to stay in his apartment and drink porridge without charge, but the

point: it was up to her performance.

The right to interpret was reserved to Morris.

"I didn't behave well enough? Having a problem buying you breakfast?"

"A dollar for breakfast, that's good?"

"It's better than having nothing to eat."

Vivian was exasperated.

He was ungrateful, but also actually disgusted.

She was so upset that she added, "Since you don't want to eat it, spit it out!"

"Pfft, cough, cough "

Trent in the driver's seat was eating a tea egg and was chewing on the yolk, but Vivian's words amused

him. He instantly swallowed the yolk, stuck it in his throat and choked.