Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 129: Mason Morgan Has Returned

"You can’t go. Even though you’re more familiar with the terrain over there, my connections are stronger. If I go, I can ask Director Lawson to send more people to protect me, and I’ll definitely keep a close eye on that bitch Melanie this time. If she dares to play any tricks, I’ll personally end her life."

"But Young Master..."

Jacob Jennings wanted to say more, but Vincent Vance reached out meaningfully and said to him, "Going to Crestwood and staying here to protect May are equally important. Don’t let me down."

Jacob Jennings looked at Vincent Vance’s face and finally sighed in resignation, giving in: ’Alright, I understand.’

Vincent Vance saw that he agreed, and his previously tense face relaxed slightly. Worried that Jacob Jennings might neglect his duties, he deliberately lowered his voice and instructed him, "Jacob, you’ve been with me for so many years, you should know my character. I hope you’ll take my words to heart and not disregard matters concerning May. Remember, she’s carrying my child, and as long as there’s a glimmer of hope, I won’t give up on their lives."

Jacob Jennings was moved by Vincent Vance’s words, and he couldn’t help but express, ’Well then, Young Master, you must take good care of yourself, or you might not see the birth of your son.’

Jacob was always a meticulous person, rarely joking with Vincent like this, so his words prompted Vincent to want to smile bitterly, "Just protect my son well. When he’s born, I’ll let him recognize you as his godfather."

To a subordinate like Jacob Jennings, this was an enormous privilege, as Vincent Vance was his master, and someone who had saved him back in the day.

"Young Master, isn’t that too much? I’m just a servant, besides, the young mistress might not agree..."

"She will agree. May is a kind-hearted woman, she doesn’t have any class prejudices," Vincent said, smiling to reassure Jacob.

Vincent knew May’s character very well. Because he understood, he loved her even more, loved that woman who was worthy of love and respect.

As the two of them were quietly discussing, Vincent’s phone suddenly rang again. He glanced at it and then said to Jacob, "It’s a call from Director Lawson."

Upon hearing this, Jacob was immediately overjoyed: "Could it be they’ve found that old lady’s whereabouts?"

Vincent, however, shook his head, frowning, and said, "Not necessarily, the images were just sent over, it can’t be that fast."

With a hint of doubt, he answered Director Lawson’s call. After a slight exchange of pleasantries, his face suddenly lit up with a happy expression.

"Are you serious? That’s great, I was just about to head to Crestwood. Please keep an eye on him and I’ll head over shortly."

After hanging up the call with Director Lawson, Vincent excitedly said to Jacob, "Mason Morgan has been found?"

Hearing that Mason Morgan, who had been missing for almost ten days, was suddenly found, Jacob was equally surprised. He had initially thought that someone who had gone missing for ten days with no news was surely doomed, perhaps even the body might not be found, but unexpectedly Mason’s luck was so great that Director Lawson’s people managed to find him.

"He came back? That’s fantastic, but how did he return after being missing for ten days? What exactly happened during that time?" Jacob pondered for a moment and then suddenly asked Vincent.

Vincent was not entirely sure about this. In the call, Director Lawson only briefly told him that Mason Morgan had returned, and that he walked back himself. However, he seemed to have lost his speech; he didn’t say a word, just sat dazed in the police station chair, like someone who had lost his mind.

Director Lawson felt that leaving him like this wasn’t a solution, so he called Vincent, asking him to take him home first and address any further issues later.

"I’m not entirely sure, I only heard from Director Lawson that he turned himself in by walking to the police station, but Chief Lewis said he’s like a fool, doesn’t say anything when asked. Now Director Lawson wants me to bring him back, and I can find out more then."

At this point, Vincent sighed deeply. His previously furrowed brow relaxed slightly: "I hope Mason Morgan can bring me some valuable information this time, so I won’t come up empty-handed again."

Jacob looked at Vincent with some concern, carefully asking, "If there’s no solution for the young mistress’s situation, then you would..."

"Don’t say it, let’s take it one step at a time."

He didn’t want to listen to that overwhelming question. Even though he knew he was burying his head in the sand, he just didn’t want to accept it.

He only knew that success depends on people and not fate. If a person wants to live their own life, they must rely on themselves, not destiny.

So even if there was only a sliver of hope, he absolutely wouldn’t give up.

Watching Vincent and Jacob leave the basement, May quickly wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and suddenly turned towards the elevator.

She never knew that she held such a place in her husband’s heart, nor did she know that her husband would sacrifice himself for her sake.

With a husband like this, what more could she ask for?

Her husband treated her so well, so why did she keep doubting his motives? She shouldn’t have come down, shouldn’t have doubted her husband’s character.

When she took the elevator upstairs, the servant who cooked porridge for her was knocking at her door with a bowl of porridge. Afraid the servant might tell Vincent that she had been wandering around, she quickly ran to the servant, grabbed the porridge, and said, "I’m starving, why did it take you so long? I searched around for you."

Hearing this, the servant apologized to May, "Sorry, young mistress, I was a bit slow making the porridge, you didn’t get too hungry, did you?"

"It’s fine, it’s fine, you go ahead, I can drink the porridge myself."

As May carried the steaming hot porridge and opened the door to her bedroom, she gestured for the servant to leave.

Actually, she wasn’t hungry at all, but if the servant stayed, she’d have to keep up the act and wolf down the porridge, which would be uncomfortable.

"Ah, Young Master, you’re here?" Just as May turned to enter the room, the servant spotted Vincent and quickly spoke warmly, "The young mistress said she was hungry, so I made some porridge and brought it up."

As the servant spoke, Vincent had swiftly walked to May’s side and took the hot porridge from her hands.

"Why are you carrying it yourself? What if you get burnt?" Vincent held the bowl in one hand and grasped May’s small hand in his other, leading her inside.

Seeing this, the servant quickly closed the door from outside, leaving the space for the two of them.