Chapter 382

"You have Ethan Blackwood's number? That's unexpected."

Vivian was genuinely taken aback.

The Ethan she remembered was cold, aloof, and unapproachable. He wasn't the type to hand out his personal number, let alone go out of his way to help friends—or family.

Yet here he was, making exceptions for his ex-wife's uncle?

As the phone continued to ring, Walter puffed up with misplaced confidence. "Well, we are family. And I am his elder. He owes me at least this much respect."

Fate, however, had other plans.

The call went unanswered. He tried again—only for it to be instantly declined.

Vivian arched a brow, arms crossed. "Oh yes. Very respectful."

Walter coughed awkwardly. "My nephew-in-law is a CEO. He's a busy man. I'll try again later—he usually picks up then. And even if he doesn't respect me, he'll respect you."

"Walter," Vivian cut in sharply, "we've been divorced for years. Stop calling him your nephew-in-law. I don't want misunderstandings. If you want to cling to him, fine—but leave me out of it."

Her tone left no room for argument.

"Right, right. My mistake." Walter wet his lips nervously. "But you must let me treat you and Mr. Blackwood to dinner tonight. I've carried guilt for years over how I treated you and your mother. I've changed now."

He clasped his hands earnestly. "I want to be a better father. A better husband. A better uncle. Let me do this—for your mother's sake."

Vivian studied him silently.

Her once-worthless uncle did seem different.

No more flashy clothes he couldn't afford. Just simple, worn fabrics. Dust clung to his shoes—proof he'd been working hard.

Walter was her mother's only brother. She'd doted on him, hoping he'd someday step up for the Lockhart name.

When tragedy struck, he'd cut ties to save himself. But if he'd truly changed... maybe forgiveness wasn't impossible.

Noticing her hesitation, Walter ventured carefully, "Vivian... are you avoiding this dinner because you're not over him?"

Her laugh was icy. "Does it look like I'm not over him?"

"Frankly? Yes."

He spoke like a man who'd seen it all. "When it comes to love, indifference is the real closure. Avoiding him? That's the opposite."

His words struck a nerve.

Vivian exhaled. "Fine. One dinner. I don't care."

They'd cross paths eventually anyway. Might as well get it over with—and return that damned amber pendant.

Walter beamed. "Perfect! Your aunt and Emily will be thrilled. Especially Emily—she idolizes you. Talks about you nonstop. Drives me mad."

"Emily's eighteen now, right?"

"Just turned. Her birthday wish? To see you again." He chuckled. "Guess dreams do come true."

Vivian nodded. "Then let's go. I do miss them."