Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 227: A Rift Forms in the Heart

In fact, Vincent really didn’t see May kick the pebble under Audrey’s foot, but instinctively, he felt that this incident was May’s doing.

This woman always bears grudges, and after what Maxwell did to her just now, it would be surprising if she didn’t retaliate.

"About Maxwell spilling juice on you, I said I’d deal with it after the fact, so why did you have to pull something at her wedding? Do you know how long she worked hard to marry Adam and get this wedding?" Vincent, exasperated, couldn’t help but point his finger at May’s face, questioning her.

May detested when someone pointed at her face while talking. She immediately flicked his finger away with a fiery temper, yelling at him furiously, "Since Maxwell knew how important this wedding was, why did she pour juice on me? To deliberately embarrass me?"

"So you intentionally embarrassed her at the most critical moment, right?" Vincent seized on the emphasis in May’s words, deliberately pressing her.

May wasn’t stupid and hadn’t lost her senses to speak recklessly: "Don’t falsely accuse me. If you want to frame me for ruining your sister’s wedding, then bring proof. If you have no evidence, I advise you not to say anything!"

If Vincent could have presented evidence, he wouldn’t have to be entangled with May here. He wasn’t demanding May apologize to Maxwell, just found her unreasonable disruption at inappropriate times to be excessive.

After all, Maxwell, fearing that her wedding would disappear like a dream, hadn’t slept for several nights to ensure a perfect wedding to marry Adam.

Vincent only had one sister; though he didn’t cherish her as deeply as May, Maxwell was still someone he watched grow up, and the sibling bond was naturally incomparable. Vincent also wished Maxwell a good future and hoped his sister would have a grand wedding, which all this was destroyed by May’s willfulness.

Is he not angry? Of course, he’s angry!

"I don’t want to say more. After the wedding, apologize to Maxwell," Vincent was reluctant to argue with women, knowing he couldn’t win, so he straightforwardly issued a command.

May looked coldly at Vincent, then suddenly laughed, refusing him bluntly without any face: "Apologize? Why should I apologize to your sister?"

Vincent took a deep breath, trying to explain to May in a calm voice: "Whether you did it or not, if you apologize, Maxwell’s status in the Owens Family will be a bit higher in the future."

"Are you crazy? To elevate your sister’s status in her in-law’s family, you sacrifice your wife’s dignity? If you want your sister to have face in the Owens Family so much, why don’t you apologize? With your high status in Silverwood City, wouldn’t they dare to say no if you took the blame?"

"You are simply unreasonable!" Vincent was frustrated, not knowing what to say to May. Reasoning didn’t work, orders weren’t obeyed, and he wondered why he married such a woman.

"Isn’t it your perception that’s off? Is a woman’s dignity at her in-law’s earned by her sister-in-law kneeling to apologize? Has your brain fried? If Maxwell wants status in Adam’s heart, should she not fight for it herself? Does dousing a rival with juice win the battle?"

"Love rival? May, have you really never forgotten Adam?" Vincent, driven by anger, roared emotionally, "You are jealous of Maxwell marrying Adam and deliberately ruined her wedding, isn’t that so?"

"So what if I can’t forget Adam? Who stepped in to steal? If not for you, maybe it would be me standing at the wedding platform today, not your sister Maxwell."

"You!" May’s words nearly drove Vincent out of his senses, and he raised his hand to strike her, only to be stopped in time by Jacob Jennings, preventing the slap.

"Young Master, please control your emotions first!" Jacob couldn’t bear to see Vincent and May arguing like this, so he quickly pulled over the car and, turning to Vincent, said: "Young Master, why don’t you take a taxi to the hospital first? I’ll take the young mistress back to Zenith Villa."

Vincent forcefully suppressed his anger, glanced at Jacob, then turned to open the car door and got out.

Before getting out, Vincent was still a bit uneasy and instructed Jacob: "Make sure you take her back to Zenith Villa."

"I know..." Jacob replied with a faint smile and nodded at Vincent.

He knew how deeply Vincent felt about May. No matter how massive their arguments, or how domineering Vincent was, in the end, the one who conceded was always Vincent.

After dumping Vincent, Jacob glanced at the still puffed-up and silent May through the rearview mirror and began comforting her: "Young Mistress, actually, the one the Young Master cares most deeply for is still you."

May snorted disdainfully, dismissively responding to Jacob, "Don’t put a good face on him. I know perfectly well what’s going on in his mind. When Maxwell splashed juice on me, his expression was very calm."

He was indeed calm. At the moment Maxwell splashed the juice, Vincent’s expression was less anxious than Adam’s. Had Vincent not been around, Adam might have hurried over to help wipe the juice off.

But look at Vincent; even with juice soaking her body, he didn’t say anything to reprimand Maxwell, instead pulled her arm, fearing she might retaliate.

This is a blood brother, a flesh and blood sibling. How can an outsider like her compare?

Facing the furiously angry May, Jacob didn’t know what to say either, finally offering softly: "Young Master Vance just didn’t want things to get out of control, that’s why he held you back from troubling Miss Maxwell."

"Right, because it was his sister’s much-anticipated wedding, wasn’t it, so of course, I had to be wronged!" Remembering Vincent holding her hand, warning her not to act recklessly, May’s eyes turned red with grievance: "I said not to come. He insisted for his sister’s sake, forced me to come, just to see me humiliated, and he wouldn’t say a word. So be it, in his heart, that’s all I am..."

"Young Mistress, it’s not how you think. The Young Master does actually care for you deeply." For many things, Jacob didn’t know how to express them.

For example, Vincent would risk everything for May, yet wouldn’t gamble his life for Maxwell. Vincent’s love for May was ingrained deeply, she just didn’t realize it.