Chapter 410

The wind howled outside the window.

The sky was oppressively gloomy.

William White's funeral was held on such a bleak morning.

Vivian Bennett barely managed a few bites of food.

She dragged her exhausted body to bed.

She hadn't slept for two days and two nights.

The moment her head touched the pillow, nightmares began.

She slept for less than two hours.

Once again, she jolted awake from a nightmare.

Her body was drenched in cold sweat.

She was about to get up and take a shower.

A sudden knock came at the door.

At this hour.

Who could be visiting her?

Vivian weakly walked to the door.

The moment she opened it.

She froze completely.

Zachary Hudson stood outside.

His expression was calm.

He held an exquisite gift box in his hand.

"Sorry, am I disturbing you?"

His voice was low.

"I had to ask several people to get your address."

"Thought I'd try my luck."

"Didn't expect you to actually be home."

Vivian stared blankly for a while.

Then she slightly stepped aside.

"No," she said softly.

"Come in."

Zachary hesitated for a moment.

Then he entered the living room.

He stood in the center of the room.

He seemed somewhat awkward.

He really had no right to be here.

Even less right to be alone with her.

But after hearing about William White's passing.

He couldn't sit still.

He originally wanted to attend the funeral.

But considering his position was entirely inappropriate.

He ultimately only had his subordinates send a wreath in the name of Hudson Group.

But that was far from enough.

He was worried about Vivian.

Afraid she couldn't withstand such a blow.

Now seeing her in person.

It was exactly as he feared.

She looked utterly drained.

Her eyes were hollow.

Not crying or making a scene.

That was the greatest sorrow.

Zachary took a deep breath.

"I heard about your father."

"My condolences."

"Yeah."

Vivian remained very calm.

"Thank you for your concern."

"And I saw the wreath you sent."

"Thank you for going to the trouble."

"It's the least I could do."

Zachary paused.

"I originally wanted to go myself."

"But felt it wasn't quite appropriate."

"So I didn't go."

...

They exchanged a few polite words.

Zachary noticed her extremely pale complexion.

He stood up to leave.

Before going.

He placed the gift box in his hand on the table.

"What's this?" Vivian asked.

Zachary gave a slight smile.

"Open it and see for yourself later."

So mysterious.

Vivian waited until Zachary left.

Then she opened the box.

Layer upon layer of packaging.

Peeling back the final layer.

Revealed a box printed with French letters—Ladurée.

This was Paris's most famous macaron brand.

The flagship store was on the Champs-Élysées.

There were no branches domestically yet.

During the hardest times abroad.

Vivian had once stepped into that store.

Macarons and pastries of every variety.

Dreamlike colors and shapes.

But the prices were shockingly expensive.

She could only look and admire.

Now Zachary had airmailed an entire box of Ladurée from Paris for her.

The black label full series, twenty pieces.

She picked one up and placed it in her mouth.

The smooth almond flavor spread.

But it was too sweet.

So sweet she couldn't swallow it.

Only tears kept falling...

Three days after William White was buried.

A lawyer contacted Vivian to announce the will.

The meeting was set at the White residence.

Vivian was the last to arrive.