It was Vincent Reed.
He gripped the doorfra, preventing her from closing it, and glared at her furiously.
Yvonne Sutton’s brow furrowed. "What do you want?"
He didn’t answer, just stared at her without blinking.
Yvonne Sutton took a deep breath. "If you don’t move, I’m calling the police!"
Hearing this, Vincent Reed’s anger flared, and he punched the wall.
"What are you doing, acting crazy at my door in the middle of the night!" Yvonne Sutton snapped, her own anger rising.
"Your parents’ old house—I bought it to give to you!" he said through gritted teeth.
"Hah. But you didn’t. And you used that house to threaten again and again," Yvonne Sutton scoffed.
"I was going to give it to you eventually!"
"Listen to yourself. Don’t you think that sounds ridiculous?"
Vincent Reed ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I was going to give it to you, but you shouldn’t have let Wyatt Shaw take it from ! He... What right does he have? You sold that house for my sake! It was a symbol of your love for . He doesn’t deserve it!"
Yvonne Sutton shook her head, speechless. ’He’s definitely been drinking, and a lot at that. He’s started talking nonsense.’
"Vincent Reed, have you forgotten sothing? We broke up. And I’m married to Wyatt Shaw now. He isn’t just so random person—he’s my husband!"
"Shut up!"
"You’re insane!"
Yvonne Sutton shoved Vincent Reed and tried to shut the door, but he blocked it with his foot. She let go, pulled her phone from her pocket, and called the security office.
"Could you please co to Building Eight? There’s a drunk harassing ."
After hanging up, Yvonne Sutton crossed her arms and stared at Vincent Reed.
Vincent Reed’s eyes reddened, likely provoked by her phone call.
"You... you must have married Wyatt Shaw on purpose, just to spite ."
"Whatever my reasons for marrying Wyatt Shaw, the fact is I’m married, and we have a great relationship. Vincent Reed, you got your wish and married your princess. Instead of staying ho and waiting on her, you keep coming here to act crazy. What’s the point?"
Vincent Reed shot her a fierce glare. Then, as if rembering sothing, his gaze faltered. "There’s no stomach dicine in the dicine cabinet at ho."
"Whose ho?" she asked.
Vincent Reed paused. "Mine."
"What does your dicine cabinet have to do with ?"
"There’s no stomach dicine at my place. I... my stomach hurts."
"And what does that have to do with ?"
Vincent Reed’s head snapped up, and he glared at Yvonne Sutton again. "I said my stomach hurts. Aren’t you supposed to get so dicine?"
Yvonne Sutton let out a dry laugh. "Oh, I would get you stomach dicine. But since you’ve been drinking, you can’t take any. So instead, I’d make you a soothing stomach soup. That soup is a lot of trouble. I’d have to watch the heat while massaging your stomach to ease the pain. And when you’re in pain, you get grumpy, so I’d also have to patiently soothe you. Once the soup was ready, I’d pour it into a small bowl, cool it down spoonful by spoonful, and feed it to you."
By the end of her speech, she was laughing out loud.
"Is that what you want?"
Vincent Reed pressed his lips together, a flicker of hope in his eyes.
"Vincent Reed, that’s impossible now. It’s forever impossible."
Vincent Reed’s fists clenched, and he glared nacingly at Yvonne Sutton.
Just then, two security guards ca running over. Yvonne Sutton just watched Vincent Reed quietly.
Once Vincent Reed was certain he wouldn’t get any sympathy from her, he lowered his head and took a step back.
"Yvonne Sutton, you’re the one who needs to wake up. Wyatt Shaw... he’s *Wyatt Shaw*. How could he possibly fall in love with soone as ordinary as you!"
"Since he’s Wyatt Shaw, of course he’s different from you, Vincent Reed."
"He’ll abandon you sooner or later."
"Then that’s none of your concern."
The guards ran up and began trying to reason with Vincent Reed.
Vincent Reed probably didn’t want to cause too much of a scene. He shot Yvonne Sutton another glare and then stord off in a huff.
"Mrs. Shaw, are you alright?" one of the guards asked.
Yvonne Sutton shook her head. "Thank you."
Only after Vincent Reed was inside his own ho did he let the pain show on his face, clutching his stomach. His irregular schedule these days, combined with frequent drinking, had likely caused his gastritis to flare up again.
’In the past, Yvonne Sutton would have nagged him endlessly, telling him not to abuse his body like this.’
There was no stomach dicine in the cabinet, but in a kitchen drawer, there was a recipe she had left behind for the soothing stomach soup.
"Yvonne Sutton, do you think I’m going to die from the pain without you? I can make the soup myself. How hard can it be?" He went to the kitchen, set a clay pot on the stove, and started following the recipe. Fortunately, she had fully stocked all the ingredients before she moved out.
Even though all the ingredients were there, preparing them was still a hassle. He had to wash everything, peel what needed peeling, soak what needed soaking, and then put all the ingredients into the clay pot.
Once the water started boiling, he couldn’t leave its side; he had to stir it constantly.
Vincent Reed rubbed his stomach with one hand and held the spoon with the other. The pain was so intense he could only stand hunched over.
’In the past, Yvonne Sutton would never have let him suffer like this.’
BEEP. An alarm went off.
He glanced back at the living room. It was pitch-black, like a haunted house. He had forgotten that he was the only one ho now.
He had followed all the steps correctly, but the soup turned out bitter in the end. After one sip, he imdiately leaned over the trash can and threw up.
After all that effort, he hadn’t taken any dicine or had any soup. The pain grew even worse, and he collapsed onto the kitchen floor.
Just then, his phone rang. He grabbed it from the counter and saw it was a call from Wendy Winters.
A flicker of warmth crossed his face, and he quickly answered. "Vincent Reed, I have my limits! Tell your mother to stop calling ! Stop harassing ! If she keeps this up, trying to force to take a paternity test, then I’ll divorce you!"
Vincent Reed clutched his stomach tightly. "Just co ho first. We can talk things out."
"You want to co ho? Fine. First, deal with your mother trying to make get a paternity test. Second..." Wendy Winters paused. "I want Yvonne Sutton to move out of Cloudsea Villa. I don’t want to see her again!"
"I can talk to my mom, but Cloudsea Villa is the Rhodes Family’s property. Do you really think I have the authority to make her move out?"
"I don’t care! You figure it out!"
Vincent Reed took a deep breath. "My stomach hurts right now..."
"Well, I have a headache. Whatever, just drink so hot water."
With that, Wendy Winters hung up.
Vincent Reed lowered his phone and gave a bitter laugh. ’I guess drinking so hot water is all I can do,’ he thought. But as he pushed himself up from the floor, a sharp, intensified pain shot through him. He fell back to the ground and lost consciousness.
Yvonne Sutton was out for an early morning run. After finishing a lap, she arrived at her door just as the flower delivery person was approaching.
She walked ho carrying a large bouquet of Esha roses, snapping a selfie on the way to send to Wyatt Shaw.
He had ordered the flowers—a full year’s subscription, in fact. Every morning, the flower shop across the street would deliver a large bouquet.
"Why are you sending roses?"
"Because I’m going to start pursuing you."
Yvonne Sutton rembered the look on his face when he said that, and the corners of her mouth lifted into a smile.
When she got back to her front door and saw Vincent Reed there, she felt a wave of annoyance.
"What is it now?"
Vincent Reed’s head was actually throbbing, and his empty stomach was churning with nausea. He was in terrible shape, but Yvonne Sutton was clearly his opposite. She was just like the bouquet of roses in her arms—vibrant and full of life.
"I want you and Wyatt Shaw to move out of this villa."
Yvonne Sutton’s mouth fell slightly open, for a mont unsure if she had heard him correctly.
"You’re right. We’ve already broken up. There’s no need for us to see each other every day and torture one another. So, you two should move out. Give and Wendy a peaceful life back."
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