Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 212: Now It’s Your Turn to Kneel on Durian

Adam Owens saw Vincent Vance suddenly push May Morgan to the ground, and angrily walked to Vincent’s side, slapping her across the face.

"Vincent Vance, you’re too cruel. Don’t you know May Morgan is pregnant? How could you treat her like this?" Adam Owens cursed Vincent, pointing at her face.

"I’m pregnant too, why are you hitting me? I’m carrying your child in my belly, while she’s carrying my brother’s child. When did it become your turn to act high and mighty here?" May Morgan shouted at him, upset, clutching her swollen cheek from Adam Owens’ slap.

May Morgan had no interest in dealing with Vincent and Adam’s mess now; she originally intended to kindly persuade Adam to be nicer to Maxwell Vance, but instead ended up with a load of trouble.

Had she known this would happen, she wouldn’t have come. Indeed, some women’s unhappy marriages are self-inflicted and have nothing to do with others.

Vincent Vance carried May Morgan into the car, fearing she might be hurt, quickly lifted her skirt, and was somewhat relieved to see no blood.

"May Morgan, how are you? I’ll take you to the hospital now." Vincent Vance concernedly asked May.

May glanced at him, then turned her face to the side without saying a word.

Vincent Vance knew she was upset over something again and, feeling a bit uneasy, said to her, "Adam was drugged, but that has nothing to do with me."

"Oh, so Vincent herself drugged Adam, no wonder he doesn’t care much about her; it’s karma for her actions." May Morgan heard Vincent Vance’s defense and mockingly replied.

Vincent Vance found her words particularly irritating, knowing she was sarcastically suggesting something about him, and angrily said, "You suspect me? I’m Vincent Vance, not that despicable."

May Morgan’s voice choked a bit, her face looking especially unwell: "In fact, this outcome should really satisfy you. Vincent likes Adam, Adam married Vincent, so from now on, what worries do you have?"

"Enough! I told you, I didn’t drug anyone!" Vincent Vance was exasperated by May Morgan’s stubbornness, wondering why this woman didn’t use her brain; the drugging happened at the Vance Residence. Is that his turf? Can drugs be used casually?

Getting more upset the more he thought about it, Vincent Vance simply took out his phone and called Jacob Jennings in front of May Morgan: ’I know you don’t believe a word from me; you’ve never trusted me. Jacob Jennings knows best about this. You can ask him yourself!’

As he spoke, Jacob Jennings’ call had already connected, and before Jacob could speak, Vincent decisively handed the phone to May Morgan, indicating for her to talk to Jacob herself: ’You ask, I’ll not interrupt, okay?’

May Morgan turned her head, glanced at him, and seeing his furious expression, as if she had truly wronged him, her heart somewhat softened. After all, following Vincent these days, she knew well enough what kind of person he was.

Though his ways were domineering, he had never resorted to despicable acts, nor did he care to.

Seeing May Morgan hesitate, Vincent Vance pressed the phone into her palm in anger, forcing her to speak with Jacob Jennings: ’You doubt me? Ask him.’

May Morgan awkwardly held the phone, looking at Vincent Vance’s icy face, and hesitantly said to Jacob Jennings, "Jacob, I... I have something to ask you."

Jacob Jennings, puzzled as ever, cautiously asked: ’Go ahead, Mrs. Vance.’

May Morgan glanced again at Vincent Vance’s expression before speaking softly to Jacob Jennings: "Just now Adam said that the incident with Vincent at the Vance Residence was due to someone drugging him. Do you know about this?"

Jacob Jennings understood the context from Vincent and May’s side and carefully replied to May Morgan: "Yes, I know about it. Please don’t blame him; he was also a victim. The coffee laced with aphrodisiac was originally meant for Maxwell, but when I discovered it, I secretly swapped it. I intended to dispose of it, but Miss Vincent suddenly appeared and took my coffee to give Adam. I couldn’t stop her in time. And then... you understand!"

"Oh, thank you; I understand now." Knowing Jacob Jennings wouldn’t lie, May Morgan was assured he was telling the truth, feeling calmer inside.

Though she felt calm, someone else was already enraged by her suspicion.

"Darling, here’s your phone!" May Morgan smiled awkwardly, shyly returning Vincent Vance’s phone to him.

Vincent Vance took her phone unemotionally and began dialing: "Aunt Miller, have the servants buy several durians."

May Morgan, shocked and flustered, waved her hand hurriedly: "No, no need, darling. I’m fine now; no need for durians to relieve the mood."

Vincent Vance shot her a glance and coldly snorted: "Who said the durians are for you?"

Huh? Not for eating? Are they for the smell?

Seeing May Morgan bewildered, Vincent Vance curled his lips slightly in a frighteningly cold smile: "When a husband is wrong, he kneels on durians; when the wife is wrong, shouldn’t she receive the same treatment?"

Holy... May Morgan never imagined Vincent Vance, such a grown man, would have such a petty heart, as small as a needle. Why is he so vengeful? Wasn’t the last time just to scare him?

"Please don’t, hubby? My small arms and legs would be completely ruined if I kneel on them. Don’t you pity me, or your son?" Now that May Morgan has a free pass, at any hint of Vance wanting to act against her, she immediately uses her unborn son to threaten him.

Sure enough, no trick works better than this; with May Morgan pitifully stroking her belly and lamenting her and her son’s fate, Vincent Vance’s icy expression melted sweeter than ice cream.

"Alright, alright, I’m just teasing you. If I really made you kneel, how would you serve me tonight? Hmm?" Vincent Vance flicked May Morgan’s forehead playfully and whispered teasingly in her ear.

May Morgan glared at the shameless scoundrel and quickly punched him in the chest, angrily scolding him: "Can’t you be serious? Our son might hear!"

Vincent Vance rolled his eyes, thinking, ’Hear what? That little thing is only as big as a peanut now; if he can hear, he’d be a deity.’

The two, laughing and chatting, soon arrived at the hospital. Worried Vincent’s push might harm the child, Vincent insisted May Morgan have a check-up, but naturally, the result was joyous, as May was fine, and the child safely growing.