Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 266: Lowering His Head

May Morgan heard this and immediately nodded, finally understanding why he came.

He wasn’t here to see her, nor was he here to question her for Maxwell Vance. In his eyes, she was already non-existent, and the reason he came today was mainly for the box of Yellow Lip Fish Jelly, to save his sister’s unborn child’s life.

May stood at the staircase, clenched her fists, and her heart suddenly sank at that moment.

She turned back to the bedroom, picked up her phone, and called Vincent Vance.

Vincent was utterly surprised that May would call him, so he was somewhat taken aback. But because the matter was urgent, he didn’t have much time for pleasantries, "What’s up?"

May smiled faintly, saying to Vincent: "Isn’t it you who needs something from me?"

Vincent was taken aback by her words and then let out a bitter smile, sighed helplessly, and said: "It’s nothing, nothing now."

The Yellow Lip Fish Jelly had been consumed by May, and now he could only think of other ways. He no longer had any hope from her.

Though he said this, Vincent’s fingers holding the phone couldn’t bear to hang up.

He hadn’t heard her voice for a long time, and although he didn’t know what to say next, he just wanted to hear her speak, even just listening would be fine.

May didn’t have time to waste words with Vincent, seeing he said such, she straightforwardly revealed: "I know what you’re looking for. Is it the Yellow Lip Fish Jelly you want? Truth be told, the box you gave me, I did eat it, but now I have another box, given to me by Victor Grant’s mother. Compared to the box you gave me before, it’s even better, you can take it back to your sister, and it will surely save her unborn child."

Upon hearing that May still had Yellow Lip Fish Jelly, Vincent was shocked, hurriedly slammed on the brakes, and stopped the car to the side.

"What did you say? You have Yellow Lip Fish Jelly?" This news was undeniably a bombshell, and Vincent couldn’t help but ask repeatedly in shock.

May’s lips curved into a tragic smirk, her tone particularly calm: "Yes, it was given to me by Victor Grant’s mother, I haven’t touched it. This box of Fish Jelly could save your sister and her unborn child’s life, right? Want it? Come get it!"

After saying this, May didn’t waste more words with Vincent, decisively hung up the phone, and Vincent, holding the phone, hesitated while looking at Victor Grant’s villa not far ahead for a full minute, ultimately choosing to drive back.

Yes, he had no choice. Even though he knew that going back, May would certainly not be kind to him, but for Maxwell, he could only force himself to go back.

When Vincent drove back to Victor Grant’s villa and pushed the door open, he saw May sitting upright on the living room sofa, with an exquisitely packaged box of Yellow Lip Fish Jelly in front of her, and next to it, there was evidently a stack of documents and a pen.

As Vincent walked to sit on the sofa opposite May, he deliberately glanced at the paper and pen placed on the coffee table. Seeing the words "Divorce Agreement" written on it, his heart instantly turned cold.

It turned out she was still fixated on the divorce, only it was a pity, he had never thought of divorcing her, no matter what.

"This is the Yellow Lip Fish Jelly, given to me by Victor Grant’s mother, I’ve heard it’s also a rare item bought for millions."

May expressionlessly pushed the box she was holding towards Vincent, signaling him to check it out.

Vincent, being someone who recognized its value, could tell at a glance that this box of Yellow Lip Fish Jelly was more precious and aged than the one he gave May before. It was evident that Victor Grant had indeed gone all out for May.

Thinking about how good Victor Grant was to May, and that the item was given by Victor Grant’s mother, Vincent felt particularly uneasy.

At this critical moment, his biggest fear was someone treating May too well, so well that she only harbored hate for him and remembered nothing else.

"Thank you, I will bring the money to Victor Grant later." Vincent said politely while bending down to take away that box of Yellow Lip Fish Jelly, but as his hand reached over, May immediately called to stop him coldly.

"Sorry, I can’t give it to you now."

May looked up at Vincent, her voice extremely cold, making one’s heart sink straight down, deep into hell, never to return.

"The item belongs to Victor Grant, he has the final say." May spoke lightly to Vincent: "I’ve already called him earlier, he will be back soon, wait a bit."

Vincent, anxious to get this box of Yellow Lip Fish Jelly to save a life, hurriedly said to May: "This box of Yellow Lip Fish Jelly is worth no more than a few million, is offering ten million not enough? Can I take it away now? I can write a check immediately."

Seeing him so anxious, May couldn’t help but want to laugh, for his indifferent attitude when she miscarried, for all her passion wasted, she should laugh out loud.

"Vincent, I really can’t tell, you actually have moments of urgency? Someone who doesn’t know might think you’re saving, not your sister, but your wife."

May’s intentional double entendre of sarcasm really made Vincent’s face particularly ugly, his face darkened, and he somewhat unhappily explained to May: "May, our child was drugged, unlike Maxwell’s, Maxwell’s can still be saved."

May took a deep breath, glaring at Vincent with her head raised, then deliberately asked him: "It was drugged. But who drugged it?"

Vincent’s face turned more unsightly, he didn’t dare to face May’s sharp gaze, could only look away and spoke lowly: "The matter is in the past, can it not be pursued?"

May sniffled, gazed upwards, collecting the tear that accidentally slipped from her eye. He spoke so lightly, the matter is in the past, can it not be pursued?

Yes, he could certainly choose not to pursue it, but she wouldn’t.

"Fine, you sign this divorce agreement, and what’s between us will be completely over."

May reached and picked up that divorce agreement on the coffee table, tossed it in front of Vincent, and said coldly.

Vincent glanced down at the divorce agreement, but a tangled smile slowly tugged at the corner of his lips: "Sorry, I won’t sign it."

While the two were arguing, Victor Grant happened to push the door open from outside. Seeing Vincent in his living room, his face immediately turned downcast.

"Why are you here? Who allowed you to come in?" Victor Grant, with a look of imminent danger, glared at Vincent and quickly instructed the house’s bodyguards: "What are you doing? Who allowed this person in? Get him out!"