The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me
Chapter 77 An unloving mother

"Ben...and Vivian, they..."

Mrs. Linderman was too anxious to spill it out.

"What happens to them?"

Mr. Linderman frowned and narrowed his eyes.

"They are..."

Suddenly she had a new idea. She shook her head, "Nothing. I'm just worried, since it's very late and they haven't come home now.

Mr. Linderman didn't suspect a thing. He rolled over and fell back on the bed, murmuring, "Vivian has stayed in school these days. Ben has worked late every day. Of course you couldn't replace them at home now. Don't worry. Go to sleep. At least don't wake me up again." He fell asleep soon and snored.

Mrs. Linderman sat on the bed and clenched her fists. She had to make a decision as quickly as possible.

To be honest, she was happy with Ben Hawk as her future son-in-law. She knew her husband very well. If she told him about the scandal, he would certainly kick Ben out in no time.

Therefore, she had decided not to tell anyone about it so as to keep Ben as her son-in-law. No matter which daughter of hers ended up with Ben, she would certainly become his mother-in-law one day.

She was tossing and turning in bed the whole night.

The next morning, Mrs. Linderman stopped Vivian when she was about to leave home for school, "Vivian, I'm going to the grocery store downstairs. Why don't we take a walk?"

Vivian held her mother's arm intimately and leaned on her shoulder, "Great, Mom. Let's talk a walk."

Mrs. Linderman was happy that she was such a loving daughter.

They went downstairs together. Mrs. Linderman stopped her at a corner of the stairs and said in a low voice, "Vivian, tell me the truth. When did you become involved with Ben?" "Mom, what are talking about?"

Shocked, Vivian tried to deny it, "There is nothing going on between us. I don't understand you're saying."

"I saw everything last night. Don't lie to me. Are you going to sneak around with Ben forever?"

Mrs. Linderman tapped her on the forehead. What a stupid girl!

Vivian suspected her mother was implying something. Suddenly her eyes brightened, "Mom, are you saying...I could date my future brother-in-law?"

"Of course."

Mrs. Linderman said with earnest eyes, "If you really like Ben, and Ben likes you too, you'll have my blessing."

Vivian was shocked by what her mother had said. It took her a while to come to her senses, "Mom, are you mad? Ben is currently engaged to my sister and you approve of us. What about my sister?"

"I'll replace her another husband. Anyway, it's done. When your sister comes home, I'll ask her to break off her engagement to Ben. Then you and Ben could get engaged, or get married."

Vivian couldn't wrap her mind around it. She had expected her mother to lose temper and shout at her after uncovering their scandalous affair. But she was so supportive that she had decided to help Vivian by getting rid of Joey. It seemed that mothers did have favorites. "Mom, is Joey not...your real daughter?"

Her mother had always been particularly nice to her since she was a child. She had suspected it for more than once, but it was the first time she had ever said it loud.

Mrs. Linderman froze. She looked resentful, and she shook her head, "Why did you ask that? You and Ben can relax now. Go to school and don't be late!"

Before Vivian could say anything, she had headed downstairs.

Vivian bit her lips and suspected even more...

Back in the Village of Giant Salamanders, Joey and Allen had finally decided to leave, because Allen had to go back to work.

It took a phone call to see Martin and his helicopter up in the sky above the village again.

Joey had talked to Marco before they boarded the helicopter.

They found Chance in the helicopter in a white coat. He looked more like a gentleman than usual.

"Chance, why are you here?"

Allen was a little confused when he saw Chance.

The three of them had flown together to the village a few days ago. Now they should leave here together too. Chance was wearing the white coat, suggesting that he had been impulsive enough to leave the hospital during working hours.