When she pushed the door open and saw Victor Grant holding a hot bowl, using his body heat to keep it warm, fearing that May Morgan would wake up and not get a hot al, she thought, this man is soone worth trusting for life.
Upon hearing Mrs. Miller’s words, May Morgan rely smiled faintly: "I don’t want to owe Victor Grant too much. Once I’m better, I will leave him."
The words were subtle, but Mrs. Miller understood that she wasn’t interested in Victor Grant, so she wanted to draw a clear line quickly and avoid getting entangled too much.
"Miss Morgan, Victor Grant might have been a jerk before, but if he’s willing to change for you, I think you should give him a chance."
"You don’t understand, the more I get entangled with Victor Grant, the more I’ll end up owing him in the future. It’s precisely because he’s good to that I can’t bear to hurt him."
May Morgan knows Victor Grant is good to her; if he wasn’t good enough, he wouldn’t have fallen out with Vincent Vance. But she can’t give Victor Grant her love; all her love was given to Vincent Vance, but Vincent has crushed it and thrown it on the ground. So she has no feelings left to give anyone else.
Moreover, what is she now? A woman who has had a miscarriage and been married. Although Victor Grant isn’t a good person either, he has such a prestigious family. How could his parents allow him to marry an unstable woman?
As Mrs. Miller was about to persuade her again, suddenly soone rang the doorbell outside the villa. Mrs. Miller thought it was Victor Grant who left in a hurry and forgot his keys, so she went downstairs to open the door.
But when the villa door opened, standing at the entrance was not Victor Grant, but Jacob Jennings.
Mrs. Miller looked at the unexpected visitor Jacob Jennings in surprise and glanced at what he was holding, montarily speechless: "Mr., Mr. Jennings, why did you co?"
Jacob Jennings looked down at the beautifully wrapped gift box in his hands and said to Mrs. Miller: ’I ca to bring sothing to the young mistress.’
Mrs. Miller hesitated a little, then stepped aside to let Jacob Jennings in: ’Miss Morgan is lying on the second floor, just finished her IV. Do you want to go up now or wait until Victor Grant cos back?’
Jacob Jennings said to Mrs. Miller embarrassedly: ’I only dared to co and knock because I saw Victor Grant driving out.’
Mrs. Miller knowingly smiled and reached out to take the item from Jacob Jennings. Upon seeing it, she was startled.
"Yellow Lip Fish Jelly? This..."
Having worked for wealthy families for so many years, Mrs. Miller naturally has a certain discernnt. This Yellow Lip Fish Jelly is incredibly rare and precious, with high demand but no price. Even if you have a lot of money, you might not get a piece. It is said to have miraculous recovery effects for won after a miscarriage, but the price is extraordinarily high.
Ordinary Yellow Lip Fish Jelly costs at least two million per pound. Looking at this packaging, it’s the best of the best, conservatively estimated to cost several million for this box.
"Mr. Jennings, did you buy this for Miss Morgan?" Mrs. Miller asked Jacob Jennings incredulously, looking at the Yellow Lip Fish Jelly in her hands.
Jacob Jennings quickly explained humbly: ’How could I have the capability? This was bought by the young master a few days ago through soone from out of town. Because this item is particularly difficult to sell, it was delayed a few days on the road and was delivered to Zenith Villa today. The young master asked to bring this Yellow Lip Fish Jelly over for the young mistress.’
After hearing this, Mrs. Miller spoke awkwardly: ’Isn’t it a bit late to deliver now? No matter how expensive the gift, it can’t compare to past absolute indifference.’
Jacob Jennings glanced at Mrs. Miller and sighed helplessly: ’The young master has his troubles. One day the young mistress will know.’
Mrs. Miller lifted the box in her hand, feeling so regret as she said to Jacob Jennings: ’The young mistress despises the young master now; I’m afraid if she knows this was sent by the young master, she definitely won’t consu it. She wouldn’t touch it no matter the price.’
Understanding this, Jacob Jennings softly persuaded her: ’Why don’t you just tell her it was bought by Victor Grant? Anyway, make sure she consus it. Otherwise, having suffered so much these days, if her health really suffers in the future, how can she handle it?’
"True." Mrs. Miller nodded, turned to put the fish jelly away, and couldn’t help but mutter: ’Knowing the young mistress just miscarried, the young master can still be so heartless to her; anyone would despise him.’
Jacob Jennings smiled awkwardly, noticing it was getting late. Afraid of running into Victor Grant, he turned to leave: ’I won’t go up to see the young mistress, so she won’t be upset seeing . I’ll leave now. If there’s anything, you can call .’
While speaking in a low voice to Mrs. Miller, Jacob Jennings hurriedly headed out, truly not wanting to face Victor Grant, avoiding yet another pointless conflict.
Fear just invites trouble; Victor Grant just went to buy so sweets, didn’t wander, and returned in less than ten minutes, arriving as Jacob Jennings reached the entrance, and his car suddenly blocked Jacob Jennings at the doorway.
Seeing Jacob Jennings’ car still parked at the entrance, Victor Grant imdiately knew who was there. Rather than rushing, he got out of his car and blocked the villa entrance, waiting for Jacob Jennings to co out.
Mrs. Miller escorted Jacob Jennings to the door, lifted her eyes, and saw Victor Grant leaning against his car, looking fiercely intense, waiting for Jacob Jennings.
Knowing Victor Grant’s bad temper and hatred for evil, Mrs. Miller quickly tried to speak, but Jacob Jennings gestured her to go back.
"This is none of your business, Mrs. Miller. You go back and look after the young mistress." Jacob Jennings calmly instructed Mrs. Miller.
Mrs. Miller looked at Victor Grant and then Jacob Jennings, worried they might really clash, couldn’t help but say: ’Mr. Grant, Mr. Jennings ca to deliver sothing to Miss Morgan.’
"I know, you go back." Victor Grant glanced at Mrs. Miller, speaking indifferently.
After Mrs. Miller left, Jacob Jennings politely spoke to Victor Grant: ’Mr. Grant, thank you for taking care of our young mistress during this ti.’
Victor Grant found the words particularly amusing; "our young mistress"? May Morgan was about to divorce Vincent Vance, wasn’t she?
"Are you brain-dead or did you not hear clearly what May said to Vincent during the day? Still calling her your young mistress? Have so sha!"
Jacob Jennings coughed awkwardly, trying to remain patient while explaining to Victor Grant: ’The misunderstanding between the young mistress and the young lady before, the young master didn’t know. If he knew, he wouldn’t have allowed the young lady to treat the young mistress that way.’
"Stop it!" Victor Grant waved his hand, signaling Jacob Jennings to retract those laughable statents quickly: "You wouldn’t also want to tell the woman resembling a harlot in your family had nothing going on with your young master, would you? She seduced him, not of his own will, right?"
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