Chapter 103 He Didn't Kill Her

When Vivian Donovan woke up again, it was eight o'clock the next morning. Besides Meya Huxley, Bernard Jacobson was also in the room. The two of them had stayed by her side all night. When Vivian Donovan woke up and opened her eyes, she felt weak all over. "Oh, Vivian Donovan, you're finally awake?" Meya Huxley exclaimed when she saw Vivian Donovan awake. Bernard Jacobson immediately got up and came over, placing his hand on her forehead. Seeing that her fever had subsided, he asked, "How are you feeling?" "How did I get back?" Vivian Donovan asked subconsciously, then raised her injured hand, feeling pain in her wrist. "You hadn't come back by late at night, so Bernard Jacobson brought people to look for you." Meya Huxley sat beside her, her eyes reddening with grievance. "Thank goodness you're alright, otherwise I would have felt so sorry for you." Born into a wealthy family, Meya Huxley was usually arrogant and domineering, but she simply liked Bernard Jacobson. Vivian Do