Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 250: I Will Have My Revenge

Victor Grant had never seen a woman cry like that before, and he was so scared that he hurriedly grabbed a pile of tissues, wanting to help May Morgan wipe her tears. But he was clumsy, and afraid that his hand might touch her fragile, almost transparent skin, so he could only hold the tissues awkwardly and try to console her furiously on the side.

"Oh, come on, don’t cry. You’re crying so badly, it’s making me feel awful too. Stop crying. You’re not in good health, are you? It’s not worth it for that scumbag."

Victor stumbled through a lot of attempts to console her, but May didn’t listen at all, she just couldn’t help but curl up in a corner, sobbing continuously.

Victor truly couldn’t bear to watch any longer, so he simply pulled May’s head over and wrapped her in his arms, gently comforting her: "If you want to cry, just cry, but don’t cry alone. Cry in my arms, it might feel a bit better."

After he finished speaking, he even thoughtfully patted her back lightly to calm her. May, exhausted from crying, eventually fell asleep right in his embrace.

That nap lasted until they were at Victor Grant’s villa.

When she woke up, Victor had already settled her on the bed, and there was even an IV drip beside the bed.

Victor was sitting on a chair nearby. Because he needed to keep an eye on May, he didn’t dare move around, just obediently sat there scrolling through his phone.

May glanced at him; maybe Victor wasn’t used to sitting so stiffly for so long, or perhaps the chair was too hard and he was uncomfortable. Not long after, Victor couldn’t stand it and stood up to stretch his muscles.

He was a second-generation wealthy kid, raised in a honey pot, even a spoiled young master, yet now he was restraining himself for a woman like this. It could really be considered something.

As Victor got up to stretch, he noticed May watching him with open eyes, and his outstretched arm quickly retracted in shock.

"Uh, you’re awake, huh?" Perhaps fearing that his previous actions might have been a bit unseemly, Victor quickly sat back down in the chair properly.

May was still somewhat polite with him. After all, their relationship hadn’t developed to a point where there were no barriers: "Thank you for taking me in."

Victor scratched his head awkwardly and said, rather embarrassed, "I don’t like hearing you say that. What kind of relationship do we have? How could you use the words ’take in’?"

May forced a bitter smile and slowly said: "Right, I suppose we are friends now, aren’t we?"

Hearing May use the word "friends" to describe their relationship, a complex glimmer flashed quickly in Victor’s eyes: "Oh, my mom called two days ago. She... mentioned you in the call."

Thinking of Victor’s mother and the huge misunderstanding from that time, a blush appeared on May’s face. She should never have sneaked along with Victor for that check-up; now the old lady still worried about her and the baby in her belly.

The baby...

Thinking of the child she had lost, May’s once calm face was involuntarily tinged with sorrow again.

"I had a miscarriage..." May touched her empty abdomen with her hand, telling Victor sadly.

Victor already knew May had miscarried; she had mentioned it over the phone. But why the miscarriage happened and how it happened, he was still unclear.

"I remember you mentioned it on the phone. You said it was Vincent Vance’s sister, Maxwell Vance, who drugged you, causing the miscarriage, is that right?" Victor asked cautiously, watching May’s expression.

"Yes, before I married Vincent, I was with Adam Owens for five years. After marrying Vincent, Vincent’s sister, Maxwell, got pregnant with Adam’s child. She hated me, so she drugged me and got rid of my child."

"Damn, what a vicious woman! I should have slapped her hard enough to cause her a miscarriage back then." Hearing May’s story, Victor was furious but didn’t lose his mind. He was bad, but not as malicious as Maxwell, not sparing even an unborn infant? How cruel and heartless must that woman be? And such a person could even become pregnant? Isn’t she worried her baby would be born without a butthole?

Recalling the humiliation Maxwell had inflicted on her recently, May gnashed her teeth in hate: "I’ll remember every bit of that woman’s cruelty and wickedness."

"Right, right, such a vicious woman, not sparing even an unborn baby, even Heaven can’t stand it. Just watch, even if she gives birth, the child will die soon and she won’t have a good ending."

"I’ve never believed in Heaven’s retribution. If there’s revenge, it’s me who will take action. And since I’ve lost my child, why should her child be born safely?"

May clenched her fists and suddenly said coldly to Victor.

Victor looked up at May, seeing the flames of hatred in her eyes, that anger fueling her heart, changing her aura entirely.

Victor didn’t want May to live in hatred forever, but he also didn’t want her to live in meekness. So he said to her: "May, I’ll help you take revenge."

May turned to look at him. She appreciated his goodwill, but isn’t it best to take revenge on your own for the greatest satisfaction?

"No need, I can do it myself."

Without any excess words, May decisively refused Victor’s goodwill.

Victor looked at May, somewhat unwilling, opened his mouth to speak, but in the end, he didn’t continue the topic.

"Uh, I don’t have any maids at my villa at the moment. I’ve already called a housekeeping service, and they said they’ll send someone over by tomorrow at the latest. You’ll have to make do today, alright?"

After saying this, Victor stood up from the chair and turned to head downstairs: "I had one of my men make some porridge for you downstairs. Wait a moment while I go check."

Victor said and then opened the door to leave. But before even reaching the first floor, he caught a whiff of a strong burnt smell.

"What the hell are you doing? Where’s the porridge?" Victor, sensing something was wrong, hurriedly sprinted downstairs, his temper flaring at his foolish subordinates as he watched black smoke billow from the kitchen.

His subordinates were all young, strong lads, great at fighting, but totally incompetent at kitchen tasks.

They had put the water and rice in, thinking it would cook itself, and went off to play on their phones outside, leaving no one to watch the kitchen.

If it weren’t for Victor’s timely arrival, the kitchen might’ve been set on fire by these guys.