Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 176: Something’s Off There

"Me? When have I not shown my face? The day your dad came back, I was the one taking care of him all by myself. How have I not been taking care of him? Don’t falsely accuse me. Isn’t it true that I came back to get some clothes for him to change into? I’m going, I’m going now." Melody White’s eyes kept darting around as she spoke without a single truthful word.

May Morgan reached out and grabbed the shopping bags from Melody’s hand, sneering as she tossed each piece of clothing onto the ground: "These are my dad’s clothes? He wears such flashy dresses? Are these the new styles for this year? Even giving them to you, Aunt Melody, would seem too flamboyant. And you want my dad to wear them? Do you really think he’s gone crazy? Wearing a dress? And this? What’s this? Push-up underwear? Aunt Melody, how old are you? Still want a push-up? Don’t tell me you bought this for my dad too—are you trying to make me laugh?"

May Morgan intentionally threw all the clothes Melody White had just purchased from the mall onto the ground, then stomped on them angrily. Damn, Melody is truly shameless. Her husband is just hospitalized and she’s out shopping for new clothes, and it’s not just that—buying clothes so young? Is she trying to keep a young gigolo at home?

All the clothes that Melody painstakingly picked out were ruined by May Morgan, who couldn’t help but flip out: "May, don’t push it too far. So what if I bought some clothes? Can’t I wear clothes? I never said these were for your dad, did I? I just said I was going to get some clothes for him to change into when I go back, what’s wrong?"

May sneered and deliberately kicked the clothes far away: "That’s what you said. I’ll have someone watch you later. If you dare not go to the hospital to accompany my dad, I’ll have you locked in a mental institution, and you’ll never come out for the rest of your life."

"You dead girl, how dare you want to lock me up? Who do you think you are?" Melody White, furious with May’s words, couldn’t help but reach out to slap her.

But the bodyguards nearby were not pushovers. Seeing this, they swiftly stepped forward, firmly grabbing Melody’s raised hand in mid-air: "Mrs. Morgan, please show some self-respect."

"Let me go, or I’ll call the police!" Melody, unable to win, resorted to threatening to call the cops.

May crossed her arms and sneered, deliberately standing aside to watch Melody make a fool of herself: "Go ahead and call then? Before, with Mason Morgan backing you, you could still flaunt your power in front of me for a while. Now, you don’t even have your husband anymore, what do you have to fight with me?"

"You, you shameless little brat, relying on Vincent Vance to back you up? If you hadn’t snatched my daughter’s fiancé, how would you get to be so arrogant here?" Melody White unresignedly cursed through gritted teeth.

"So what if I’m arrogant?" May Morgan stepped up to Melody, slapped her right across the face, hard enough that it immediately swelled.

"So what if I stole your daughter’s husband? When you stole my mom’s husband, didn’t you do it without batting an eye? When you egged your husband on to hit me, weren’t you just as arrogant? What, now knowing how it feels to be hit, doesn’t feel too good, huh?"

May looked wickedly at Melody’s now swollen half-face and smirked: "Aunt Melody, if I remember correctly, you’re really into maintaining yourself, right? Especially that face of yours, right? Look how ugly it is now! Why don’t I go ahead and take care of the other side to make it symmetrical?"

"You wretched girl, you—!"

Before Melody could finish her curse, May swung her hand again, giving her the other cheek a hard slap, harder than before. Naturally, it swelled higher than the other side, and not just higher, but also brightly red.

"Oh dear, seems like I hit too hard. Not symmetrical again. What a mess. How will you go to see my dad at the far hospital later? If he sees you like this, won’t he just feel sorry for you?"

May clicked her tongue in fake sympathy, then deliberately slapped Melody’s cheek again.

Melody’s hands were controlled by May’s bodyguards, leaving her unable to resist, forced to take the beating. May continued slapping, left and right, until her own hand began to hurt, finally satisfied, she dusted off her hands and smiled at Melody: "Aunt Melody, this is all I’m capable of, don’t blame me, huh? If you’re not satisfied, just go slap yourself in front of a mirror until both sides match, then come out."

Melody’s face was nearly swollen like an eggplant, utterly ugly, and speaking became difficult. She wanted to curse May but couldn’t even come up with a complete sentence.

"You...you little wretched girl, I won’t...let you get away with this!"

"Wait until your daughter finds herself a wealthy, powerful husband like mine, but it’s too bad, she’s already in her grave, and your dreams of her striking it rich might be dashed."

May withdrew her hand, sneering as she turned to walk toward her car. Satisfied, she saw the bodyguards let go of Melody, quickly trailing after her.

After getting in the car, May turned to look at Melody behind her, to see her holding her face while picking up the clothes she threw on the ground.

By chance, she glanced at the clothes Melody bought, honestly, Melody’s taste lately is getting worse. At such an age, still wearing such flashy clothes, and those ten-centimeter high heels—her old limbs, not afraid of twisting her own foot?

Wait? Ten-centimeter high heels?

May suddenly seemed to realize something, quickly turned to the driver in front and yelled: "Turn around, follow Melody’s car." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The two bodyguards thought May’s anger towards Melody hadn’t subsided, reluctantly turned around, persuading her: "Young madam, let it go? You’ve hit and cursed that woman, should be vented enough? Besides, young master’s orders were to escort you back to Zenith Villa, if anything happens on the way, we can’t take responsibility."

May, seeing their disobedience, her face turned angry, deliberately tried to make things difficult for them: "Are you disobeying me now? Do you believe I’ll call Vincent now and tell him you bullied me?"

The two exchanged a helpless glance, aware of May’s status in Vincent’s heart, dared not say more, obediently turned around, following behind Melody’s car.

After tidying up, Melody didn’t go anywhere else, directly drove home. Supposedly, with her face this swollen, she should at least get it checked at a hospital right? At least drop by a nearby clinic or pharmacy, get some medicine. But she just went straight home? Isn’t that suspicious?