Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 257: Overzealous Kindness

"Stop right there, what kind of thinking is this? You guys just want a grandchild badly, thinking any woman who can give me a son is fine, but this is my lifelong affair! I can’t just be sleeping with an ugly woman, right?"

"Then is this Miss Morgan upstairs ugly? I think she looks quite nice, her appearance makes me like her right away, what are you picky about?" Heather Holt liked May Morgan from the first time she saw her. This girl looks honest and comforting, a good woman for housekeeping and family life. Plus, she’s carrying Victor Grant’s child, making her even more desirable, wishing she could bring the girl in as her daughter-in-law that very day.

Victor Grant rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "Mom, you have some nice dreams. I’m interested in her, but she has to be interested in me too, right?"

"Mom, stop messing with my and May’s business. When the time comes, it will happen; if it’s meant for you, it won’t run away, and if it’s not, forcing won’t help."

Victor Grant didn’t want to argue with his mom, casually glanced at the box of Yellow Lip Fish Jelly on the coffee table, and hurriedly picked it up, running towards the kitchen.

"I’ll keep the Yellow Lip Fish Jelly first. You see, I don’t have many servants in this villa, and I can’t really make so many meals for your entourage. You should just head back before lunch?"

Victor Grant was hinting to get his mom to leave, but Heather Holt didn’t seem easy to be dismissed, as if she had made a rare trip here.

"Sorry, I prepared my own chef to come."

Heather Holt waved proudly to the driver next to her, who quickly understood and opened the door to leave. Before long, a top chef and two capable-looking servants came in carrying various ingredients.

"Just knowing you live like a beggar, this chef and the two servants are brought for you." Heather Holt proudly waved at the trio, indicating they should get to work.

These people carried top ingredients Heather Holt sourced from home—all nourishing items, the kind she typically treasures. If it weren’t for her son and prospective daughter-in-law being here, she wouldn’t have wanted to bring them out.

"I’m telling you, son, the girl now has miscarried; just eating Yellow Lip Fish Jelly isn’t enough. Other things need to be supplemented too, these bird’s nests and shark fins are bought through contacts. You make them for the girl every day. Oh right, what’s the girl’s name again?"

Feeling speechless, Victor Grant glanced at his mom and replied indifferently, "May."

Hearing this, Heather Holt’s satisfaction made her eyes squint into slits, "Listen, the name alone is great; it sure sounds like she brings prosperity to her husband."

Victor Grant didn’t know how to converse with Heather Holt anymore. Feeling embarrassed, he wanted to quickly have his mom leave, worried that if May saw her, he’d be mortified.

"Are you still not leaving? Won’t dad be missing you after half a day?"

Victor Grant’s parents had a love marriage; their affection was so sickening sweet that it was almost unbearable to watch. He grew up under this influence, finding it unpleasing to an extreme.

It was said that Victor Grant’s dad wasn’t much back then either, similar to Victor himself. But ever since meeting Heather Holt, he changed, only having eyes for his wife, ignoring other women entirely.

Having such an experience, Heather Holt was convinced that this May Morgan is the key to her son’s heart, the woman who can reform her troublesome son.

There’s a saying about one thing conquering another, especially in love. Heather Holt has been through it and naturally understands this.

For her son’s happiness, Heather Holt was certainly willing to dismiss her husband’s happiness. Plus, the husband is almost seventy; she doubted he could stir much trouble.

"It’s okay, your dad’s recently obsessed with gaming, playing ranked with a bunch of kids every day, not even glancing at me." Heather Holt chuckled.

Victor Grant’s mouth twitched, looking at his mom speechlessly, "What have you turned dad into?"

A nearly seventy-year-old man playing games with a bunch of kids daily, wasn’t mom worried about dad’s intelligence regressing?

"What’s there to fear? Our family’s money won’t be spent in a few generations. Even if your dad and I do nothing daily, the money still flows into the house nonstop. Besides, you’re soon to get married; once settled down, you’ll start a career. Our family’s wealth will be yours to handle soon, and your dad and I will just relax and enjoy our old age, caring for grandchildren."

"Stop, can we not talk about this?" Planing Victor’s future made him headache; his mom had some beautiful thoughts going, but really, start a family and career? He needed someone willing to marry him first!

Thinking about this, Victor Grant couldn’t help looking up at May Morgan’s bedroom again, recalling her rejecting gestures when he gave her medicine last night, plummeting into disappointment.

Noticing her son was troubled, Heather Holt knew his love life wasn’t smooth, so she stood up from the couch, intending to see May upstairs.

"Since I’m already here, at least meet the girl before leaving, right?" Heather Holt decisively stood and began heading upstairs.

Victor Grant didn’t dare let his eccentric mom go up and immediately stood from the couch to stop her. As they were arguing, May Morgan’s bedroom door suddenly opened from the inside, and Miller supported May Morgan out.

Knowing Victor Grant’s mom had arrived, out of courtesy, May Morgan needed to come down and meet her.

Last night’s Yellow Lip Fish Jelly was really excellent; one bowl restored much of May Morgan’s body strength, and this morning she looked more spirited.

Heather Holt, seeing May Morgan coming downstairs, eagerly nudged Victor Grant and quickly went forward, holding May’s hand, "Young lady, why did you come down? I was planning to go up and see you."

May Morgan quickly responded politely to Heather Holt, "Aunt, I’m the junior, how dare I have you come see me upstairs?"

The more Heather Holt looked at May Morgan, the more she liked her, not only was she pretty but also polite; yes, she’s utterly satisfied with this girl.

"Come, have a seat on the couch first. I heard you had a miscarriage; such a body shouldn’t move around recklessly, or you’ll suffer later."

Heather Holt’s enthusiasm and care for May was so evident even Victor Grant felt a bit jealous watching.

May Morgan also had a good impression of Heather Holt, being currently hosted at Victor Grant’s place meant naturally treating all matters with courtesy.

"Thank you, madam, I will take good care of myself."