Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 270: He Will Never See That Woman Again

Although Vincent Vance is Maxwell Vance’s older brother, he ultimately cannot be by her side all the time. Now Maxwell needs to stay in bed from the early stages of pregnancy until the child is born. These two hundred-plus days and nights are not only an ordeal, but truly painful. A normal person would be driven mad, and without a reliable family member nearby, she might not even know how to keep going.

The key point is, from the moment Vincent signed that divorce agreement, he knew that his plan should be quickly put into action.

Perhaps, when that day really arrives, even his own life will be uncertain. Divorcing May Morgan may not be a bad thing after all.

After speaking with Audrey Vance for a while at the hospital, Vincent took Jacob Jennings back to Zenith Villa. On the way back, Jacob, seeing that Vincent was silent, knew that he was still angry about May’s deliberate framing of Maxwell, so he couldn’t help but speak up in May’s defense: "Master, actually, the young mistress she..."

"I’ve already divorced May. From now on, don’t call her the young mistress." Vincent said to Jacob with a subtle voice, his thin lips lightly parting.

Jacob pondered over his words internally before tentatively asking uncertainly: "When do you plan to act?"

"Right now. Tomorrow, find a way to make Victor Grant take May out of Silverwood City. The rest, I’ll handle." Vincent rubbed his aching temples and, after simply instructing this, closed his eyes to rest, saying nothing more.

After sending Vincent back to Zenith Villa, as Jacob went to the garage to get his car and leave, he suddenly saw Brianna White’s car parked there.

This woman normally would never dare to enter Zenith Villa without Vincent’s orders. Could it really be Vincent’s intention for her to be here so late tonight?

Jacob glanced at Brianna’s newly purchased small red sports car and couldn’t help but laugh coldly. Sure enough, even her taste in cars was exactly like that woman’s. It seemed their suspicions weren’t wrong.

Brianna was contentedly sitting on the sofa in Zenith Villa, drinking the exquisite coffee served by the servant and playing with the keys to her newly bought car.

She had picked up the car today. Vincent had given her a card during the day, telling her to spend as she pleased. She knew it was an unlimited card, allowing her to spend as much as she wanted, so she rushed to a car dealership and bought a brand new sports car.

To show Vincent her car, Brianna unscrupulously called him, telling him she had bought a car and unsure if he would be angry. Vincent, however, said indifferently that there was no need to inform him about spending such money next time. He said to spend freely, and he meant it.

Hearing his tone, Brianna was almost too happy to jump up. Vincent called her again that evening, saying that he was upset and wanted to see her, asking her to drive to Zenith Villa.

Brianna knew this was an excellent opportunity. Maybe this time she could seize Vincent and make him completely her man, so she hurried over without hesitation.

When Vincent opened the door and came in, Brianna immediately clung to him like an octopus: "Darling, why are you back so late? I’ve been waiting for you for so long."

Brianna had taken the day off to buy the car, so she knew nothing about what had happened around Vincent. Vincent pushed away her approaching red lips and, without revealing any emotion, sat on the sofa.

"My sister had an accident today, so I went to the hospital to see her," Vincent said drearily.

Seeing this, Brianna quickly went behind Vincent and started massaging his shoulders: "What happened to your sister? Was it urgent?"

"Yes, Adam Owens and May were secretly meeting and were discovered by my sister. During their argument, my sister was pushed to the ground and almost miscarried."

"Oh my God, did something like that really happen? Is your sister okay now?" Brianna asked repeatedly, her face exaggeratedly reacting to the news.

Vincent also knew how exaggerated Brianna’s expression was at that moment, yet he remained expressionless as he spoke to the woman behind him: "She’s fine now, but to keep the baby safe, she needs to rest quietly. She might have to stay in bed for the future pregnancy period."

"Your sister is really unfortunate, it’s all May and Adam’s fault. If it weren’t for them, your sister wouldn’t have ended up like this, don’t you think?" Brianna quickly shifted all the blame onto May.

Vincent agreed with her for the sake of convenience: "I know, which is why I went to see May today and have already divorced her." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Upon hearing Vincent say he divorced May, Brianna’s fingers on Vincent’s shoulders froze. Evidently, even Brianna found his sudden decision to let go a bit strange.

Considering how previously, no matter what she said or how she persuaded, she could never move his heart to take that step and divorce.

"Are you... willing?" Brianna cautiously probed.

Vincent’s lips curled into a cold, hard smile: "Why wouldn’t I be willing to let go of such a malicious woman?"

"That’s true. If it weren’t for her, your sister wouldn’t have almost miscarried. Divorcing her was the right choice." Brianna cleverly blinked her eyes, quickly agreeing.

"Forget it, let’s not talk about her anymore," Vincent suddenly sighed helplessly, then got up and went upstairs to rest.

Before heading upstairs, he didn’t tell Brianna to leave, so she naturally stayed. Then she took the opportunity to visit the kitchen and made some late-night snacks for Vincent.

When Vincent opened the door and returned to the bedroom, looking at the intriguingly empty room, he couldn’t help but feel distressed. He turned to gaze at the large bed he rarely slept in and thought about the time he spent with May. Suddenly, he closed his eyes in distress.

He remembered the first time he hugged her to sleep; he was particularly unaccustomed. Her fluffy hair would tickle his face now and then, but when he opened his eyes out of irritation, he burst into laughter, seeing her completely unkempt sleeping face, yet somehow adorably so.

Perhaps hugging someone to sleep is a kind of habit too. Since May left, whenever Vincent lay on that big bed again, he habitually reached out to place his arm under someone’s head, only to find, after a while, that the warm image would no longer appear. That deep sense of loss was something Vincent never wanted to experience again in his life.

And so, from the night May left, Vincent moved to sleep in the study. A bedroom without a lover is just a room, and a Zenith Villa without May is merely a place to rest, not a home.