Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 256: Where Can You Find Such a Good Mother-in-Law

Miller saw a well-proportioned, elegantly dressed middle-aged woman slowly getting out of the car. One look told you she was wealthy, and her facial expression didn’t resemble someone malicious or evil, rather she seemed kind-hearted and approachable.

"Madam, who might you be?" Knowing the woman’s background was likely uncommon, Miller respectfully walked over and politely inquired.

Heather Holt glanced at Miller on the second floor, maintaining a gentle smile on her face, which made Miller feel comfortable and less restrained.

"Where is my son?" Heather Holt looked up at the small and pitiful villa of Victor Grant and shook her head with a mixture of distress.

Her son, who had been brought up in the lap of luxury, was used to living in suites larger than this entire villa, and now he insisted on coming here to endure this hardship. As a mother, it pained her to think about it.

Miller was momentarily baffled by Heather Holt’s words and stared at her face, unsure of whom her son was: ’Madam, who are you referring to?’

Heather Holt found it hard to explain to Miller and simply turned around to walk toward the villa. Seeing this, Miller was about to reach out to stop her, but Heather Holt’s driver quickly whispered an explanation, "This is our young master, Victor Grant’s mother."

Hearing this, Miller immediately understood, nodded quickly, and didn’t dare to say another word.

Heather Holt walked a few steps towards the villa, suddenly remembering something. She turned to instruct the driver: ’Go get that box of things and give it to me.’

The driver, being perceptive, naturally knew what she wanted, promptly opened the car door, and took out a box of premium Yellow Lip Fish Jelly, handing it to Heather Holt.

Heather Holt took the fish jelly and turned to enter the villa. Seeing this, Miller hurriedly jogged to help her open the door, allowing her into the living room.

Heather Holt stood in the living room, looking around, and not seeing her son, couldn’t help but worry and asked, "Has my son not gotten up yet?"

Miller thought for a moment and cautiously replied to Heather Holt: ’I just went upstairs to call him; he should be washing up now.’

"Oh, then I’ll wait down here." Heather Holt wasn’t in a hurry, turned around, and comfortably sat down on the living room sofa, leisurely waiting for Victor Grant to come down.

Seeing this, Miller quickly went to brew a cup of coffee and brought it over. She knew that a lady like Heather Holt surely wouldn’t drink such cheap coffee, but courtesy was still necessary.

Taking advantage of the moment when Miller placed the coffee, Heather Holt suddenly leaned over and whispered, "Be honest with me, is there a twenty-something girl living in this villa?"

Miller looked at Heather Holt in surprise, not daring to hide the truth: ’Miss Morgan is indeed staying in Mr. Grant’s villa now; how did you know, madam?’

Heather Holt glanced triumphantly at the Yellow Lip Fish Jelly on the coffee table. Miller followed her gaze, took a look at the box of premium Yellow Lip Fish Jelly, and instantly understood without needing to ask more.

Due to the unique medicinal properties of Yellow Lip Fish Jelly, Heather Holt barely slept that night, worried that her "precious grandson" might not be safe.

"How is Miss Morgan’s health now? Was the child in her womb saved?" Heather Holt took the opportunity to ask.

Miller didn’t quite understand and looked at Heather Holt, honestly replying, "Miss Morgan didn’t keep the child, so Mr. Grant brought her to stay at the villa for a few days."

"What? Not saved?" Heather Holt was startled to hear the child was gone, instantly standing up from the sofa, frightening Miller.

"Yes, it wasn’t saved. Before this, Miss Morgan was at Zenith..."

Before Miller could finish, Victor Grant suddenly came down the stairs quickly from the second floor, cutting off what Miller was saying: ’Miller, could you go check how May’s health is?’

Victor Grant was intentionally getting Miller out of the way, and Miller understood, so she said nothing more, bowed slightly to Heather Holt, and turned to retreat upstairs.

Heather Holt’s eyes followed her up to the second floor in front of May’s room. Though the child wasn’t saved, she could tell that Miss Morgan held a unique position in her son’s eyes, and since it was unique, it would be much easier to handle.

She knew her son’s character all too well. He was quite a player in the past, harming many young girls, and never looked back. She even thought her son might be gay, possibly seeing women as just a means of release and not capable of emotional investment.

At long last, her son finally seemed to care deeply for a girl. She thought, this is an opportunity she must seize upon; as long as there’s genuine affection, everything would fall into place.

"Stop looking, if you keep looking, your eyes won’t return." Victor Grant spoke to Heather Holt with an expressionless face.

Heather Holt gave him an annoyed look and said angrily, "You’re such a mess, such a good girl, and you didn’t cherish her. Now the child is gone, isn’t it?"

Perhaps out of selfishness, or perhaps not wanting his mother to know too much of May’s past, Victor Grant said nothing and accepted this narrative.

"It’s my fault, it won’t happen again." With his head down, Victor Grant genuinely appeared sincere in admitting his mistake.

Looking at him like this, Heather Holt felt like he had changed into someone she was finally understanding.

"Tell me honestly, do you like the girl?" Heather Holt leaned closer to her son with a serious look and asked.

Victor Grant, somewhat embarrassed by her gaze, coughed awkwardly, glanced around, and didn’t respond to Heather Holt.

Seeing him like this, Heather Holt felt irritation boiling inside her and straightforwardly said to Victor Grant: ’I’m telling you, I didn’t come here today without a plan to leave empty-handed.’

Victor Grant took a deep breath, thinking, ’If you don’t plan on leaving empty-handed, are you going to forcibly take her back?’

"What do you plan to do?"

Judging by the scene at the entrance, Victor Grant knew this time his mom was serious. He was aware of the strength of the security personnel at home and had no choice but to first resort to a softer approach with his mom.

Raising her eyebrows with satisfaction, Heather Holt told Victor Grant, "I discussed it with your father last night. Given your fundamental issues, plus the fact that you’re an older bachelor, we agreed not to be picky about your future wife. As long as it’s a woman who can have children, it’s fine."

Victor Grant felt something off with what his mom was saying. Why was he labeled as an "older bachelor"? What fundamental issues did he have? Why, in other families, sons are viewed as treasures, but in his mom’s eyes, he was even less than the weeds? Is this how she would describe her son?

Moreover, they weren’t being picky about a daughter-in-law, just any woman who can have children would do? But isn’t that concerning his lifelong happiness? It couldn’t be just any woman who can have children, right?

After all, it had to be someone he’d be attracted to, right?