Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 107: Probing the Vance Residence

After hanging up Jacob Jennings’s call, Vincent Vance turned and went upstairs to check on May Morgan. He saw her lying on the bed, flipping through the comic book set that Logan Vance had given her. The plush pillow was deliberately thrown aside on the Imperial Concubine Chair and not hugged in her arms as if she liked it very much.

Vincent understood and smiled slightly. He gently walked to the Imperial Concubine Chair, picked up the pillow she had thrown there, and brought it to May Morgan’s bed: "Using this as a cushion while reading might be more comfortable."

May Morgan looked up at him in surprise and saw that he was about to tuck the pillow behind her. She promptly reached out to push him away and said, "No, no, no, I’m fine like this."

Fearing that Vincent might be playing her, May quickly made her attitude known, muttering under her breath, "Who knows if that guy Logan might have put something inside? What if he drugged me again?"

Hearing this, the smile on Vincent’s lips widened a bit more. He gently supported her back and tucked the pillow behind her, adjusting her sitting posture in the process.

"He wouldn’t dare this time. If he tried anything against you, I’d personally break his bones," Vincent reassured May with a bold promise.

May Morgan chuckled at his words, grabbed his arm, and rested her small head on it, gently rubbing her nose against his shirt.

Vincent reached out to pat her head, sat down beside her, and discussed, "In a week, it will be Grandpa’s birthday. Every year at this time, we go to celebrate his birthday."

May Morgan found his words a bit strange and glanced up at him, noticing a hint of worry on his face. She couldn’t help but ask, "Do you want to go celebrate your grandfather’s birthday?"

Vincent actually just wanted to use this opportunity to visit the Vance Residence. He wanted to find Melanie Morgan and clarify whether May had been under a spell. The birthday celebration was just an excuse.

"Not this year. The relationship with Grandpa is so strained now, he might not even let me in. But we still need to buy a gift. I’ll have someone prepare it and send it over later," Vincent said.

Knowing May had a bad relationship with his grandfather because of his grandmother’s matter, Vincent feared she might overthink and thus didn’t make his words too direct.

Looking at Vincent for a moment, May saw his hesitant expression, realizing he did want to go deep down. She sighed inwardly and then said, "I think you should go. No matter what, he raised you, and he’s of such an age, not much time left for family joy."

Vincent wanted to hear May say this. He could’ve gone there secretly but felt it was inappropriate. After all, she was his wife. How would she feel if she found out he went to celebrate and didn’t inform her?

"Don’t you hate my grandfather? After all, if it weren’t for him, your grandmother wouldn’t have been killed by Melanie," Vincent asked again, concerned May was just being polite.

May leaned her head on Vincent’s shoulder and suddenly sighed. "I do hate him, how could I not? That was my grandmother. She raised me all these years, and before I could repay her, she was gone. But Arthur Vance is your grandfather, isn’t he? I might continue to hate him, but I won’t stop you from showing filial piety. That’s a matter of principle. Besides, Melanie killed my grandmother; there’s a head for each grievance, a debtor for each debt. I’ll seek revenge on Melanie for my grandmother."

May’s words were particularly reasonable and considerate, stirring Vincent’s heart with emotion. Watching the woman in his arms, he felt he hadn’t loved the wrong person in this life.

"Thank you. When the day comes, I’ll go alone. You wait for me at home. I won’t be back late; I’ll deliver the gift and return," Vincent reassured, not daring to take May along, fearing his grandfather might set eyes on her again.

May never planned to go. Why would she? To wish that old man a happy birthday? Her grandmother was dead, yet the man still lived. Just the thought annoyed her.

"I know. I’ll stay home and not go out," May obediently nodded and then picked up the comic book to continue reading.

Vincent watched her for a while, seeing her absorbed in the comic, before getting up to go about his work.

Arthur Vance’s birthday quickly arrived. That day, Vincent, after a detailed discussion with May, took the gift prepared for him and headed to the Vance Residence with Jacob Jennings.

Arthur Vance’s health hadn’t been great recently, so this time it was a family dinner with limited guests, mainly the Owens Family and grandchildren Logan and Maxwell Vance.

Vincent knew he wasn’t expected, so no invitation was issued.

Thus, when Butler Lawson saw Vincent’s car entering the Vance Residence, he was puzzled.

The strained relationship between Vincent and the elder was well-known, leading everyone in the Vance household to speculate that he wouldn’t attend today’s gathering.

"Master Vincent, what brings you here?" Butler Lawson was caught unprepared, hurriedly greeted with a smile, signaling the servant to report to Arthur Vance.

The servant promptly ran into the villa to inform Arthur Vance.

Vincent turned to Jacob Jennings, signaling him to hand the gift to Butler Lawson, then casually said, "What, am I not welcome?"

"Of course, you are! Why wouldn’t you be?" Butler Lawson, seeing only Vincent and Jacob without May, curiously glanced into the car.

Noticing this, Vincent asked with mockery, "What are you looking at, Butler Lawson?"

"Well, isn’t the young madam with you?" Butler Lawson smiled awkwardly and asked without thinking.

Vincent heard this and glared at him, speaking sharply, "What, planning to kidnap my wife again?"

"No, no, you’ve misunderstood, young master," Butler Lawson was sweating cold bullets after Vincent’s words.

Although managing the Vance Residence wasn’t under Vincent’s authority, Vincent’s status in the Vance Clan was significant. Offending him could lead to serious consequences.

And with Vincent’s notorious reputation for protecting his wife, anyone laying a finger on her would face severe retribution.

Vincent didn’t intend to waste words on a small fry like Butler Lawson, especially since he had bigger purposes that day. Seeing Butler Lawson settle down, he turned and continued walking toward the villa.