"Alright, I don’t want you to keep ntioning him in front of . Let’s have lunch first, and after that, we’ll take a plane back."
Victor Grant waved his hand dismissively, not wanting to hear May Morgan speak, and turned around to instruct the family chef to prepare lunch.
During the al, Justin Grant aningfully said to Victor Grant, "The most fundantal aspect between a husband and wife is trust. If you trust her, she will give her heart to you, but if you constantly suspect her, she will naturally distance herself from you."
Saying this, Justin Grant inadvertently glanced at Heather Holt, and in his gaze, there was a deep and inextricable affection that inspired envy: ’When your mom and I were young, things weren’t smooth sailing either. We had plenty of argunts back then, but between a couple, soone has to turn back first, right? Whoever loves the other a bit more must be the one to apologize. Otherwise, what can you do? Wait until you’ve completely lost everything before regretting your lack of tolerance?’
Victor Grant felt a bit ashad after hearing his father’s words, and lowered his head, not saying a word. Seeing this, Heather Holt quickly said to him: ’Rest assured, May Morgan has promised . She’ll go check on Vincent Vance, and once she knows he’s alright, she’ll co back to marry you and live a good life with you.’
At this point, Victor Grant finally raised his head slightly to look at May Morgan, but there was still so doubt in his eyes about her words.
Seizing the mont, Heather Holt asked May Morgan about her stance, "May Morgan, in front of all of us now, say once again that you’ll co back and live well with Victor, won’t you?"
May Morgan clenched the spoon in her hand, her thoughts wandering, and said, "As long as Victor Grant doesn’t do anything to hurt , I will fulfill my duties as a wife."
"That’s right, Victor, May Morgan has already expressed herself like this. What else are you unsure about?" Heather Holt smiled broadly and persuaded Victor Grant, "Vincent Vance is May Morgan’s ex-husband, and they were once together, you can’t ignore that. But if you want to spend a lifeti with her, you have to let go and not be so narrow-minded, okay?"
Victor Grant bowed his head and thought for a long ti, finally letting go: "Alright, I was being too petty. I won’t be like this in the future."
After saying this, he looked up at May Morgan again, seeing that her rejection of him was still strong, he felt particularly distressed.
"I won’t stop you anymore. If you want to go to the hospital to take care of Vincent Vance, it’s fine. But our wedding date is set for the beginning of next month, in half a month’s ti, I hope you’ll co then!"
"I know... We are already registered, I didn’t plan to run." May Morgan quietly replied to him.
Finally, everyone reconciled, temporarily in harmony, and after lunch, Victor Grant instructed them to prepare the plane and then flew back to the country with May Morgan.
Because of the ti zone difference and May Morgan’s weakened state, she fell asleep right after the plane landed.
She slept until dusk.
Looking up at the familiar land outside, May Morgan feared she was dreaming, quickly pinching her face, and when she realized it was all real, she almost leapt up in joy.
Although the scenery in France is beautiful, no matter how good it is, it can’t compare to the place where she grew up. The scenery at ho looks more comforting.
Moreover, the person she had been longing for was now closer to her, wasn’t he?
Victor Grant opened the door and ca in, just in ti to see May Morgan awake, and turned around to instruct Miller to prepare dinner for May Morgan.
May Morgan wasn’t in the mood to eat; she just wanted to hurry to the hospital to see Vincent Vance, even though it was nightti.
"I’m not hungry, can you take to the hospital?" May Morgan grabbed Victor Grant’s arm pleadingly.
Victor Grant had promised not to get angry, so he tried to control his emotions. But it was so dark outside; if she wanted to go, wouldn’t it be better to rest and go tomorrow?
"I just went and asked, Vincent Vance is still the sa. What are you going to do there so late?" Victor Grant removed May Morgan’s hand without much emotion and helped her to sit on the bed.
"Just going to take a look, that’s all!" May Morgan muttered a few displeased words.
Victor Grant glared at her, his tone growing impatient again: "You’re not a doctor; what’s going to change if you go there? The doctors say he won’t wake up, and you think he’ll wake up if you go?"
May Morgan’s eyes stung from Victor Grant’s yelling, and she turned away, not wanting to engage with him: ’I’m not arguing with you. I promised your mom not to argue.’
His words made Victor Grant quite deflated: "I didn’t intend to argue with you either..."
At this mont, Miller brought the food in, and seeing the tense atmosphere, she kindly persuaded Victor Grant: ’Young Master Grant, shall I feed the Young Mistress her al?’
Victor Grant turned to look at the al on the table and suddenly pulled a chair up to sit by May Morgan’s bedside: ’I’ll feed you.’
He took the bowl of porridge and patiently fed May Morgan. She awkwardly wanted to dodge. Seeing this, Victor Grant quickly said: ’Eat, and I’ll personally drive you to the hospital after.’
These words finally soothed May Morgan a bit. She sighed slightly and then turned around, reaching out to take the bowl from Victor Grant’s hand: "Then I’ll do it myself."
Victor Grant stubbornly avoided her reaching hand, directly bringing the spoon to her lips. May Morgan helplessly glanced at him, realizing they couldn’t continue like this, so she obediently ate from the spoon.
After seeing May Morgan eat, Victor Grant’s anger sowhat subsided.
"You won’t rekindle the old fla with him, will you?" After carefully feeding May Morgan another spoonful, Victor Grant suddenly looked up at her with concern.
Being stared at made May Morgan’s heart tense. Quickly averting her gaze, she said, ’No, I understand the basic moral boundaries...’
Pausing for a mont, May Morgan suddenly tightened her fingers and told Victor Grant: ’Unless you do sothing to hurt , I won’t betray you, won’t betray our marriage.’
Her words suddenly made Victor Grant feel unsettled. Hurt her? What kind of matter would be classified as hurting her? Does that incident count?
"What kind of thing would make you completely leave ?" Victor Grant asked, feeling uneasy.
"I’ve told you, Vincent Vance is my baseline. Don’t touch him, and we can negotiate everything." May Morgan said to Victor Grant almost word by word.
"...Alright, I understand. I won’t do anything to him. Stay at ease." Victor Grant sighed silently in his heart and then pretended to feed May Morgan nonchalantly.
After dinner, Victor Grant drove May Morgan to the hospital, and when they left, he deliberately asked Miller to join them.
May Morgan found it odd. Why was Victor Grant bringing Miller along when she was going to the hospital to see Vincent Vance?
"Why are you bringing Miller?" May Morgan turned her head to look at the equally bewildered Miller and asked.
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