Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 165: Throwing a Fit

"What kind of major family issue makes it necessary to resign and go back? At her age, earning twenty thousand a month, which is more than ordinary white-collar workers, she can afford it? Can’t she just take a leave? My broken phone and the camcorder together can’t even be sold for ten thousand. If you’re going to falsely accuse her, at least do it with some standards, okay? What kind of thief only steals broken phones and camcorders and not the jewelry in the drawer? Which piece of jewelry you gave me, if sold, wouldn’t fetch hundreds of thousands? Has Aunt Miller gone crazy? Stealing only worthless things? And at such a critical moment?"

"Enough!"

Also being pushed to the brink by May Morgan, Vincent Vance suddenly got angry and slammed his hand on the table, causing the plates and bowls on it to rattle.

Seeing him slam the table at her, May Morgan flared up instantly, pointing at him she said, "You dare to slam the table at me? You’re slamming the table, aren’t you?"

Vincent suppressed the anger in his heart, calmed his annoyance, and finally said to May Morgan, "You’re pregnant and have nothing to do, so you let your imagination run wild, I don’t blame you, but please don’t think of me as so despicable!"

"Despicable? Aren’t you despicable for stealing my phone, stealing my camcorder? Aren’t you just afraid of offending your grandpa, having no way out?"

May Morgan seemed to have seen through Vincent Vance, threw such a sentence in anger, and then turned to leave.

Vincent watched her stubborn back, and couldn’t help but clench his teeth and said, "May Morgan, don’t be so ungrateful!"

He had gone through almost life and death for her, but in the end, was this all he got in return from her? Doesn’t he want his grandpa to step down early? But what can one video do?

May Morgan was about to open the door and leave, but upon hearing Vincent’s threatening words, she suddenly turned back with a cold face.

"What if I’m being greedy?"

May Morgan glared at Vincent with a haughty look, suddenly grabbed one corner of the table, and with a hard pull, flipped the large table over.

The table was a heavy redwood table, usually requiring three or four people to move it, yet May Morgan flipped it over with one hand, seemingly effortlessly.

This stunned Vincent, leaving him watching in disbelief.

No wonder Victor Grant complained that his wife had Divine Power beyond human capability...

May Morgan pointed at the mess on the floor and the overturned table with pride, coldly telling Vincent, "Remember, next time you dare to slam the table at me, I’ll dare to flip the table on you, let’s see who wins!"

After saying this, she decisively turned and strode out of the dining room.

The maid beside them was dumbfounded, only after a while did she shakily ask Vincent, "Master, what do we do?"

Vincent irritably glared at her, couldn’t help but rebuke, "What do you think? Clean it up!"

"Oh, oh, got it!" The maid, having seen May Morgan exert such great strength for the first time, thought she was seeing things and hurried over to start cleaning up the scattered dishes.

Vincent knew very well, in the beginning, May Morgan was quite weak, so weak that he could lift her up with one hand, but now suddenly becoming so mighty, it must be the Dragon Insect at work.

Moreover, in the last car accident, he indeed saw how severe the injury on May Morgan’s leg was, but in an instant, her wound healed without a trace, this must also be the effect of the Dragon Insect.

Is this Dragon Insect good or bad for people? If it’s bad, why do all of May Morgan’s changes seem to be developing in a good direction? But if it’s good, then what about the child in her belly...

Thinking of all these, Vincent felt increasingly restless, he glanced again at the maid desperately cleaning up the food on the floor, ultimately feeling bad, instructed, "Later, help make a bowl of porridge for the young mistress and bring it up."

The maid was also scared of May Morgan, hearing Vincent ask for porridge to be brought up, timidly asked, "What if the young mistress still refuses to eat?"

Hearing this, Vincent couldn’t help frowning; having been with May Morgan for so long, he knew her temper very well.

But, after arguing so much, he couldn’t really go to the bedroom and kneel on durians, could he? That’d be a total loss of face, wouldn’t it?

"Try first, if she absolutely refuses, come back to me!"

After thinking about it, Vincent felt he really couldn’t indulge her temper, she already dared to flip tables now, what if she pounced on him and scratched his face in the future?

After instructing the maid, Vincent sulkingly went to the study on the second floor, but once there, he didn’t know what to do. The desk was piled with many files waiting for his attention, yet opening those documents, his mind was too chaotic to read a word.

In the end, he tossed the pen aside, irritably loosened his slightly tight tie, and reclined in the soft leather chair to rest with his eyes closed.

Saying he wasn’t going to bother with that dead girl, wanting to show her a thing or two, but he couldn’t let go of his worried heart. Just thinking of her suffering from nausea and discomfort for his child, and also fasting due to a spat with him, made him restless.

After staying in the study for a short while, Vincent couldn’t sit still any longer. He quietly opened a crack in the study door and glanced outside. The study and bedroom were both on the second floor, one on the east, the other on the west; yet looking carefully, he could catch activity at the bedroom door.

The maid also knew May Morgan hadn’t eaten much, so she quickly cooked porridge to bring up, but once inside, shortly came out with the porridge untasted.

Seeing the maid bringing the porridge out untouched, Vincent couldn’t stay calm, promptly shoved the study door open, and walked over quickly.

He moved so fast it startled the maid: "Master, why are you out?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Vincent looked at the tightly closed bedroom door, softly asked her, "Young mistress doesn’t want to eat?"

The maid answered honestly, "Yes, the young mistress said she’s not hungry, said the porridge smell makes her nauseous, asked me to take it out."

Hearing this, Vincent immediately put on a long face, couldn’t help but chide the maid, "Can’t you cook some light porridge then? The young mistress is pregnant, naturally would like something lighter."

The maid also looked aggrieved, she hadn’t been responsible for May Morgan’s diet and daily life before, Aunt Miller had been in charge of that, and obviously, it showed May was deliberately sulking with Vincent, thus, she was being picky with her food, not consuming this or that, what did it have to do with the porridge the maid made?

Of course, the maid couldn’t voice these complaints, saying them would be akin to running headlong into a muzzle!