The cold air that surged through the open window made Victor Grant’s feverish mind instantly calm down considerably.
"Okay, I’ll stop, I promise you I won’t take Vincent’s life. Just co down first!" Victor Grant cautiously approached May Morgan a few steps, trying to coax her down from such a dangerous place.
But May Morgan was not a fool. Unless he made the call and directly told that person to stop, how could she give him the chance to save her?
"You call that person first, tell him to cancel the mission, hurry up!" May Morgan was almost driven crazy with urgency. With all this commotion, a lot of ti had been wasted. She feared that the hitman might have already arrived at the hospital by now, perhaps readying to strike at Vincent.
It just happened that Jacob Jennings was heavily injured by Victor Grant, sent back on his way, completely impossible to guard Vincent at his side. If anyone wanted to make a move against him now, it would be a piece of cake.
"Alright, alright, I’ll call now." Knowing May Morgan’s stubborn nature, Victor Grant sighed helplessly, quickly took out his phone, and made a call back ho.
"Where are you now?"
The person had just entered the hospital, yet hadn’t gotten around to targeting Vincent. Seeing Victor Grant’s call, the person assud he was urged to act quickly and promptly replied, "Mr. Grant, don’t worry. I’m already at the hospital, I can act at any mont now."
Victor Grant glanced at May Morgan with difficulty, unwilling but helplessly commanded the person: "Don’t move now. I don’t want Vincent’s life for the ti being."
The other person was taken aback, thinking Victor Grant was toying with him, asked impatiently, "Mr. Grant, what is this you..."
"I’ll transfer the full amount to your account. You just go back now and don’t ask too many questions."
In front of May Morgan, Victor Grant couldn’t say too much to the other side, so he decisively promised the remaining paynt and hung up the call.
"Alright, you heard it, I didn’t have anyone touch Vincent, co down now!" Victor Grant pocketed his phone, slowly extended his hand toward May Morgan, hoping she would co down from such a high place.
May Morgan gave him a look, didn’t hand her hand over, instead, she warily said to him, "Give your phone, I need to call back ho."
Victor Grant bit his teeth in anger, unhappily said, "You don’t trust ?"
"How do you want to trust you? You say one thing, do another, how can I dare believe your words?" Thinking back to how Victor Grant secretly hired a killer to assassinate Vincent, May Morgan was filled with anger.
He was too stubborn, she never said she wanted to go back to be with Vincent, why did he have to take his life? Why did he have to treat her with such cruel ans?
Victor Grant threw the phone at May Morgan in a fit of rage, coldly said, "Go ahead and call, but let tell you, you begged today, then you’ll have to do as I want from now on, otherwise I can take Vincent’s life anyti."
May Morgan glared at Victor Grant, said nothing, took his phone and resolutely dialed Adam Owens.
It’s evening in the U.K., and back ho, it’s nearly dayti, so it was easy for Adam Owens to answer the phone.
"Who is it?" Seeing the sowhat familiar number, Adam Owens quickly answered and asked.
"Adam, it’s , May."
Surprised to hear May Morgan’s voice, Adam Owens froze for a while, then softly asked, "Is it really you, May? Didn’t you go to France with Victor Grant to get married?"
Vincent got injured midway because he was going to intercept May Morgan, so everyone in the Owens family knew about May Morgan and Victor Grant going to France to get married.
May Morgan sighed, helplessly said, "I did co to France with Victor Grant, but... forget it, there are a lot of things that can’t be explained in a short ti. Can you go to the hospital now to see how Vincent is doing? See if he’s okay and then call back?"
Adam Owens had just returned from the hospital, had only checked on Vincent. Currently, his condition is not very good, still in a coma, and might never wake up.
Thinking about these, Adam Owens felt quite conflicted. He actually still liked May Morgan, but after understanding Vincent’s predicant, he sympathized with Vincent.
"Don’t you know? Vincent’s car was bombed on his way to chase you. He barely escaped with his life but is still in a coma. I just ca back from the hospital, and the doctors say there might be... a chance he might never wake up in his lifeti!"
Having listened to Adam Owens, May Morgan suddenly couldn’t help but cry, Victor Grant saw this, silently handed her a tissue, but May Morgan pushed it away.
"Do you know who did it?" May Morgan bit her lip and asked Adam Owens, glancing at Victor Grant in front of her.
That deliberate glance was clearly seen by Victor Grant, his eyebrows furrowed, the hand holding the tissue couldn’t help but grip tighter.
"Don’t know yet, the police are still investigating, but it’s certain of a vengeful pursuit. Jacob Jennings said at Vincent’s wedding, originally they were going to target Logan, but he got away, so the police suspect it might be Logan’s doing."
"Is it Logan?" Adam Owens’ explanation made May Morgan suddenly feel sowhat guilty, looking at Victor Grant embarrassedly, only to see him already turned away, not wanting to pay her any attention.
"Please help check on Vincent again, once I know he’s okay, I’ll be at ease." May Morgan’s heart was still burdened with Vincent’s condition, couldn’t help but plead with Adam Owens.
Adam Owens was puzzled, but since May Morgan asked him to do it, he would unconditionally drive back, pondering all the while, he asked May Morgan a question: "May, do you know Vincent, the way he treated you back then, was out of necessity?"
"I know... he told ..." May Morgan’s heart sank, replied with agonizing difficulty: "Before I left, he told , but I’ve already promised to marry Victor Grant, so I..."
"So you don’t plan to return to Vincent’s side, right? Actually, I now think Vincent is quite the man, to sacrifice this much for you, if it were , I really couldn’t do it." At this point, Adam Owens said, suddenly self-mocked with a laugh, continued: "Rember when Vincent took you from , I wasn’t convinced, but now it seems compared to his love for you, what I did back then was nothing."
"Okay, Adam, stop it, just help check the hospital, if he’s okay, call back."
Adam Owens’ words disturbed May Morgan, making her already unsteady resolve even more fragile. She knew this was quite immoral, after all, she had registered with Victor Grant, and he hadn’t wronged her, so she couldn’t betray him.
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