Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 643: The Abuser Unworthy of Sympathy
Vanessa Sterling’s room couldn’t be locked from the inside. She was quite afraid Wendy Jennings would come in and mess up her things, so she had no choice but to get up and go out to pour Wendy some water.
Wendy sat on the sofa, bossing Vanessa around as if it were her right. After taking a sip of water, she said impatiently, "Call him again. Why isn’t he back yet?!"
Just as she finished speaking, there was some noise outside the door, and Wendy immediately got up from the sofa and went to greet him by the door. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
Miles Sterling pushed the door open and saw Wendy, clearly looking frustrated.
"Where did you go? You reek of alcohol! You just got out of the hospital a few days ago, didn’t the doctor tell you not to drink? "
Miles frowned impatiently, standing in the entryway changing his shoes, and asked, "Say what you have to say, if not, leave."
Wendy: "Is that how you talk? Isn’t your mother here to check on you, to care for you? I’m nagging you because I care, right? I’ve already talked to your uncle, and he agreed to find you a position at the company, so just settle down and follow your uncle to work steadily."
Miles finished changing his shoes and walked into the room with Wendy following close behind him, saying, "When people come to propose marriage, they ask what you do, and I don’t know how to answer them. You’re not young anymore; you can’t keep playing around like this!"
It was unclear whether Miles was listening to Wendy. After entering the room, he glanced at Vanessa standing in the living room and, in a commanding tone, said softly, "Go back to your room."
Vanessa didn’t want to be involved in their mother-son affair, because she didn’t like either of them. So, when Miles spoke, she immediately turned around and went back to her room, closing the door.
Even through the door, Wendy’s loud voice could be heard: "The girl your aunt mentioned has pretty good conditions. Her family has a big casino business, and I’ve already agreed for you. Meet her the day after tomorrow, and report to your uncle’s company tomorrow, so at least you have a decent position when you introduce yourself to the girl."
Miles loosened his tie, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and replied to Wendy, "If you want to go, go by yourself."
Wendy snatched the cigarette from his hand, "Look at yourself now! It’s that wretched star holding you back! Do you have to be ruined before you realize it’s serious?! I’m doing this for your own good, thinking about your future. Just listen to me for once, will you? Just meet the girl. If you don’t like her, I won’t force you."
Miles took a deep breath, seeming to reach the end of his patience.
"Mom used to let you have your way, but not this time. If you don’t go..."
Wendy turned to look at the room where Vanessa was, lowered her voice, and threatened Miles, "I’ll find someone to make that bitch disappear completely! She’s an orphan without parents, no relatives or friends around. Even if she’s dead, no one would notice. Don’t think I’m just scaring you!"
Miles sneered, "You think I’ve turned out this way because of her?"
Wendy was taken aback.
Miles: "Have you ever looked at your own problems? Do you think you’re a qualified mother? Are you really thinking about me or just your face?"
Wendy looked at Miles with heartbreak, "How can you say that to Mom?! How much have I worried for you?! You not only don’t appreciate it, but now you blame me? I think you’ve been brainwashed by that bitch! I shouldn’t have agreed to you bringing her home in the first place!"
Miles took a breath, "There’s nothing more to say. You should leave, don’t come here again, and please don’t interfere in my affairs anymore. If you feel I’m a disgrace compared to Quentin Sterling, then just pretend I’m not your son. You should spend your efforts on Quentin, maybe he will take care of you in your old age, won’t he?"
Hearing Miles’ words, Wendy was so angry she almost fainted, clutching her chest, she took several deep breaths before pointing at Miles, saying, "Anyway, just you wait. The day after tomorrow at 9 a.m., Lido Cafe. If you don’t show up, see if I don’t trouble that bitch!"
Wendy looked at Miles with hatred, breathing heavily, hesitating to say more, and left, slamming the door behind her.
Miles closed his eyes and lay back on the sofa, his brow knotted with worries that the night wind couldn’t blow away.
Vanessa stayed in her room, ignoring the affairs outside.
From the way Wendy slammed the door, one could tell their conversation was not pleasant.
She always knew Miles’ rebellion was largely due to his parents.
In terms of family, he was rather unfortunate.
But, these misfortunes were made worse and inflicted on others.
Though he was a victim, he was also an abuser not worthy of sympathy.
Hearing Wendy pressing Miles into an arranged marriage, Vanessa’s heart began to have a kind of anticipation.
Anticipating that after Miles gets married, could she finally find her own freedom?
The outside was quiet for about half an hour before Vanessa heard Miles going out again, and as the door closed, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She had just met Miles, and she had been worried that he might take the anger and resentment from the argument with Wendy and unleash it on her.
But now, it seemed she had dodged that bullet.
Miles didn’t drive when he went out, walking alone onto the bridge.
On the pedestrian walkways by the wall, many people stopped to capture the night view on both sides of the river.
Coming off the bridge, the street at the bridgehead had many vendors. Because of the holiday, most were selling apples.
"Young man? Come take a look? We have several packaging options, you could buy some as a gift for your girlfriend. We offer free little cards too."
Miles paused in thought, looking at the fancily packaged apples at the stall.
Originally, it was a western holiday, and he didn’t like celebrating holidays at all. He didn’t believe in eating apples on Christmas Eve bringing peace and safety.
But seeing so many people buying apples, it seemed they were just seeking a festive atmosphere.
Seeing Miles not say anything for a while, the vendor asked, "Young man, are you buying for your girlfriend? Do you want them in a paper box or wrapped in wrapping paper? We have many box styles and wrapping paper colors. What color does your girlfriend like?"
Miles didn’t answer, instead, he reached out and picked up a plush cylindrical box in the shape of a snowman and asked the vendor, "How much?"
The vendor smiled and said, "This one’s a bit more expensive, fifty, because the box itself costs more. You can use it as a storage box at home after."
Upon hearing the price, Miles scanned the code and paid without haggling.
The vendor, seeing that he didn’t negotiate the price, laughed happily, asking, "Want to write a card? It’s free."
Miles didn’t respond, and after paying, he turned and left.
After walking a few steps, he looked at the box in his hand and sighed.
Why did he buy this? He couldn’t even give it away.
"Uncle?!" As he heard a voice and simultaneously felt a pat on his shoulder, Miles turned his head and saw the strange woman from the hospital last time. His already knit brow furrowed even tighter.
Jasmine Lucas, with a lollipop in her mouth, smiled and said, "So coincidental to meet you here! Do you think this is fate destined for us?!"
