"So, what you an is, you’re going to cover up for your sister, is that it?" A determined smile passed over May Morgan’s lips, the disappointnt in her eyes toward Vincent Vance was heart-wrenching to witness.
Vincent dared not et May’s eyes. From start to finish, he never dared to look because...
"I have no intention of covering for my sister. If she really did it, I won’t forgive her, rest assured. I’ll give you an explanation for this." Vincent sighed inwardly, while verbally appeasing May, quickly prying her fingers off his clothes, and turned to walk out.
May stubbornly watched his retreating figure, and suddenly pressed the alarm button. As soon as it rang, the servants and nurses outside rushed in to check on May’s condition.
Because May suddenly sounded the alarm, Vincent, who had originally reached the door, swiftly turned back.
"Young Madam, what’s the matter? Do you feel unwell sowhere?" The servants stood nervously in front of May’s bed, asking carefully.
Supported by her hands, May sat up from the bed again. Before everyone could react, she had already lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
"I want to go back to rest, back to Zenith Villa." May decisively told everyone.
Everyone was frightened when they saw her stepping barefoot onto the ground, hurriedly fetched slippers and clothes for her: "Young Madam, you’ve just had surgery, you can’t move around like this, it would harm your body in the future."
The nurse beside also urged May: "Yes, you just had a miscarriage, you must take good care of yourself, or future pregnancies will be difficult."
Upon hearing "future pregnancies," May suddenly let out a cold laugh. Her eyes fixed through the shoulders of the crowd, directly at Vincent at the door: "No one cherishes the children I have anyway, does being able to conceive again even matter?"
Vincent heard clearly, and his face, already apologetic to May, filled with even more sha.
He certainly had his reasons, but now, no matter how much May misunderstood him for that plan, he could only grit his teeth and endure.
"Since the Young Madam intends to return to recuperate, prepare for that and send her back a little later." Vincent hardened his heart, leaving such a sentence before resolutely leaving.
Once Vincent left, the servants quickly started arranging May’s discharge procedures. About an hour later, May boarded the caravan and returned to Zenith Villa once more.
Given that May had just had a miscarriage, her body was severely weakened, so the servants hurriedly cooked blood-tonifying soup to serve her. But where did May have the mind to eat? The anesthesia on her abdon had already worn off, and it throbbed intermittently with pain, though not as severe as right after the miscarriage. Yet this pain was more morable, more bone-deep.
Each pain was a reminder that her child had been killed.
Such a good and healthy child, lost simply due to Maxwell’s willfulness. Maxwell, you’re so cruel.
"Young Madam, have so food, will you? This isn’t the way; you must get well to have the strength to do other things, right?" Aunt Miller seeing May holding a quilt and weeping, couldn’t help but urge her.
Aunt Miller’s words moved May’s heart, indeed, her own health was a necessity if she wished to seek revenge.
"Aunt Miller, I’m hungry, please prepare so snacks for ." May wiped away the last tear at the corner of her eye and requested food from Aunt Miller.
Seeing the Young Madam finally willing to eat, Aunt Miller was naturally delighted, quickly stepped out, and shortly returned with four soft and glutinous desserts.
"These pastries were personally bought by the Young Master from Aroma Patisserie for you. Knowing you like their cakes, he specifically bought so easy-to-digest, soft treats." Aunt Miller, like presenting treasures, placed the pastries in front of May, flattering her.
Staring at those pastries Vincent specifically bought, May felt no waves in her heart. Trifles anyone can do, but on major issues, Vincent’s performance left May utterly disappointed.
But no matter how disappointed she was now, she had to keep going, because for revenge, she still needed his help.
"Why didn’t I see Maxwell when I returned?" May asked while forcing herself to eat so pastries.
Aunt Miller truthfully answered: ’The Young Master has ordered Maxwell Owens to return to the Owens Family and said without his command, she absolutely isn’t allowed to co back.’
Pausing, Aunt Miller, perhaps to reassure May, whispered to her: ’This ti the Young Master gave Maxwell Owens a serious warning, completely forbidding her from setting foot in Zenith Villa again, so Young Madam, please rest assured and recuperate.’
May let out a cold laugh, thinking can I really be at ease? Probably the most at ease right now is Maxwell, right? Vincent, you’re truly calculating, knowing I won’t let it rest, deliberately sending Maxwell away before I returned. Do you think this way I can’t do anything to her?
Alright, let’s wait and see.
"By the way, what did Vincent do with the aunt who delivered food to last ti?" The thought of that aunt delivering food made May ask again.
Aunt Miller quickly answered May truthfully: ’That servant has been fired by the Young Master, and it’s said she wasn’t even paid any wages before leaving. If it weren’t for her being too old, she would have been sent to the police, you know.’
Fired? Such a big incident, and Vincent rely lightly punished a servant and let it be?
Truly Vincent’s style of handling things!
"I’ve had enough, you can leave now." Her heart suddenly despairing, May lost any appetite, wrapping herself back in the blanket.
Seeing May in such low spirits, Aunt Miller said nothing more, placating her a bit before leaving with the dishes.
Lying in bed, the more May thought about it, the worse she felt. She knew Vincent cherished Maxwell, after all, that was his sister. But the child she carried was Vincent’s flesh and blood too—were they, mother and child, worth so little in Vincent’s eyes?
She suddenly rembered the woman’s coy voice when she called Vincent yesterday, filling her with yet more disappointnt. Vincent, oh Vincent, I gave you my heart, and this is how you treat ?
Fine, very well, since you’ve lost feelings for , I feel no attachnt to you either.
Turning, she took out the divorce agreent from the drawer. Staring at the words written on it, her eyes suddenly blurred.
When genuinely handing over your heart, saying goodbye suddenly made her heartache worse than being torn apart.
A single clear tear accidentally dripped onto the divorce agreent, smudging the words. Seeing this, May hurriedly tried to wipe it away, but finally hesitated over the words "voluntarily leave with nothing."
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