Chapter 340

Vivian Moore was chatting animatedly as she showed Serena Dawson a stack of old photos, recalling tidbits from the past. But her memory was a bit scrambled—dates and events didn’t quite match. Serena didn’t correct her, just smiled and listened patiently. Mid-sentence, Vivian slowly leaned back against the headboard and drifted off to sleep. Serena smiled quietly, stood up, and gently helped Vivian lie down properly, tucking her in with care. Staring at Vivian’s graying hair, Serena couldn’t help but reach out and touch it lightly. In her eyes, this woman was just a tired mother beaten down by time, too burdened by resentment and loss to even remember who she once was, still clinging to the hope that her son would come back one day. All the old drama and manipulation now felt like they belonged to another life. Watching Vivian finally let go and fall asleep beside her brought Serena a strange sense of peace. After putting the photos back in the box, a knock came from the door—Susan Gre