Heather Holt also knows that she can’t say anything bad about May Morgan in front of Victor Grant, so she imdiately stopped talking.
"Alright, alright, I won’t bring it up, okay? From now on, I won’t interfere in matters between you and her."
Heather Holt wiped away a tear of bitterness and stood up from the chair sowhat weakly: "Your father is still lying in the intensive care unit; I’ll go and check on him first."
Watching Heather Holt’s obviously worn-down figure, Victor Grant opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing, but ultimately did not speak.
Heather Holt pushed open the door and saw Vincent Vance standing right at the entrance. Instinctively, she glanced behind him but did not see May Morgan.
Not seeing May Morgan, Heather Holt’s expression instantly darkened.
"Didn’t she co?" Heather Holt paused and asked, looking at the vacant space behind Vincent Vance.
Vincent Vance quickly explained to Heather Holt: "Mrs. Grant, I didn’t tell May Morgan that Victor woke up, so she doesn’t know."
"Then you..."
"I wanted to co and talk to Victor Grant, is that alright?" Vincent Vance politely asked Heather Holt.
Heather Holt turned her head and glanced at her son, thought for a mont, then stepped aside: "Alright, you can go in, but my son just woke up, and I don’t want you having any direct confrontation with him."
"I understand, thank you."
Vincent Vance appreciatively glanced at Heather Holt and walked inside.
Victor Grant saw that only Vincent Vance had co, and his face showed so displeasure. He was about to speak when Vincent Vance quickly said to him: "Last night, when your mother called , I deliberately didn’t tell May that you had woken up."
"What do you an?" Victor Grant was irritated by Vincent Vance’s words and couldn’t help but clench his fists, saying with unwillingness: "She’s my wife; you have no reason to conceal from her that I’ve woken up."
"I know, I didn’t intend to stop you from seeing each other, but now it’s not possible."
Vincent Vance found a chair, sat in front of Victor Grant, and very seriously said to him: "The power of the Dragon Insect inside May Morgan has already been activated. Her life is hanging by a thread; if you want to watch her die right before your eyes, then keep blocking us. However, I’ll fight with you with all I’ve got, even if it costs my life. I will save May Morgan."
Vincent Vance spoke with such resolution that it didn’t seem like he was deceiving Victor Grant. Actually, Victor Grant understood the situation May Morgan was in and knew that if no action was taken soon, she might really...
"When it cos to May Morgan, I can temporarily set aside our grievances, but this doesn’t an I will give up on May."
Victor Grant pondered for a long ti and finally said to Vincent Vance.
At the mont, nothing is more important than May’s life; Vincent understood, and Victor was not oblivious.
"Thank you. Once I return with May from Crestwood, I’ll wrap things up with you."
Vincent Vance gratefully glanced at Victor Grant. Since ti was tight, he didn’t linger and quickly stood up to leave.
Just as he turned to leave, Victor Grant suddenly stopped him: "I have one condition you must agree to."
Vincent Vance paused for a mont; then turned back to look at Victor Grant: "Go ahead."
"I want to see May Morgan. She should co and talk to . Once we’re done talking, I’ll let you go."
Victor Grant said stubbornly to Vincent Vance.
Vincent frowned, ready to refuse, but then heard Victor Grant say: "You’d better let her co; otherwise, I can’t guarantee I’ll let you reach Crestwood smoothly."
Vincent fixed a deep look on Victor Grant’s face for a while and eventually nodded, agreeing reluctantly: "Alright, I’ll drive over to fetch her now."
Having promised Victor Grant, Vincent Vance wasted no ti and drove back to Silverwood City. Since Beldon City is quite a distance from Silverwood City, by the ti he returned, May Morgan was already seated at the dining table having breakfast.
"Where did you go? Why are you coming back so late?" After waking up and not seeing Vincent Vance, May Morgan felt a bit uneasy. There had been too much going on recently, and she feared sothing might happen to him in the blink of an eye.
Vincent Vance gently sat across from May Morgan, hesitated while gazing at her face, and finally said: "Victor Grant has woken up."
"What?" May Morgan was first stunned, then excitedly stood up from her chair: "Really? Does that an my blood works?"
"Yes, I just took a look at him; he’s well. Although he still can’t move, Mrs. Grant said all indicators are fine; he should be able to be discharged soon."
Upon hearing this, May Morgan couldn’t help but look Vincent Vance up and down: "So, you went out early just to see Victor Grant? You... why didn’t you take ?"
Seeing that May Morgan was a bit upset, Vincent Vance quickly stood up to explain: "I had to check the situation first and then bring you over. You see, I’m back now, aren’t I?"
May Morgan was eager to see Victor Grant, so she didn’t make things difficult for Vincent Vance. She hurriedly walked over, grabbed his hand, and said with so excitent: "Then hurry up and take over? If I see he’s okay, I’ll be at ease."
Vincent Vance glanced down at May’s hand and asked after a pause: "His place in your heart is indeed important."
"Not exactly, but after all, he’s in this situation because of ; I can’t just watch sothing happen to him."
May Morgan was a bit embarrassed by Vincent’s question and let go of his hand, walking out by herself: "Vincent, don’t worry, if I can beco an ordinary woman this ti, I’ll find a way to co back and be with you; if I die, even my corpse belongs to you."
Vincent Vance didn’t want to hear May Morgan talk about death, especially not her saying it to him. He would rather it be himself who dies than her.
"Let’s go; I’ll talk to you about sothing on the way."
Vincent Vance didn’t want to steer the conversation into too heavy territory, so he sighed inwardly, flashed a smile, and took May Morgan’s hand, leading her to the car.
Soon, they arrived at the hospital where Victor Grant was.
When May Morgan pushed open the door, Heather Holt was supporting Victor Grant to stand. Her blood indeed had a healing effect; Victor Grant’s wounds had healed, and although his body was still sowhat stiff, everything else recovered quickly.
Seeing May Morgan arrive, Victor Grant was quite pleased: "You... ca?"
May Morgan quickly walked over and took Victor Grant’s arm from Heather Holt, helping him to sit up from the bed.
"How are you? Feeling better?" May Morgan observed that Victor Grant’s complexion wasn’t too bad and his coordination was passable, and only then subtly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I’m fine, very good. Mom, please go out; I have sothing I want to say to May." Victor Grant gave May a smile and turned to Heather Holt.
Heather Holt glanced at May Morgan, then nodded, and left the room, smilingly advising Vincent Vance who stood by the door: "Mr. Vance, why don’t you sit down sowhere? Isn’t it tiring to stand like that?"
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