Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 323: Vincent Vance Is Dead

May’s words made Victor Grant’s body stiffen slightly, but he didn’t turn back: "Since we have to be entangled for a lifetime, if hating me makes you feel a bit better, then go ahead and hate me all you want."

Watching Victor Grant’s cold and unfeeling figure depart, May suddenly threw all the plates in front of her onto the ground in a fit of rage. The maids nearby were stunned, staring at her wide-eyed, but because of communication difficulties, none of them could come over to talk to her.

Seeing these unfamiliar faces, May suddenly missed Mrs. Miller a little. If Mrs. Miller were here, she could at least share her thoughts with her, but now? Victor Grant left her in a place completely unfamiliar to her, making her feel as if she had nothing to live for.

She didn’t eat a single bite of dinner, turned around, and went upstairs. After taking a bath, she held a quilt and lay down.

It seemed like a long, long time before May heard someone opening the bedroom door; she knew it was Victor Grant who had returned, so she immediately sat up on the bed in alertness, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Victor Grant, seeing her staring at him with such tense eyes, felt a bit frustrated: "You don’t have to look at me like that. I said I wouldn’t touch you tonight, and I won’t."

After speaking, he took a bathrobe from the closet and went to the bathroom to shower. May dazedly looked in the direction of the bathroom, hesitating whether to change rooms when Victor Grant had already finished showering and come out.

Seeing him walk straight to his side of the bed, May immediately moved to the edge of the bed, giving him the majority of it.

Victor Grant glanced at her, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, but he said nothing and turned off the bedside lamp then lay down to sleep.

"Shouldn’t we sleep in separate beds?" May said awkwardly, looking at Victor Grant beside her.

Victor Grant didn’t look at her, only asked sullenly, "Have you ever seen a newlywed couple sleep in separate beds?"

"You forced me to get a marriage certificate with you!" Recalling this matter made May angry; if he hadn’t threatened her with Jacob Jennings and Vincent Vance’s lives, she wouldn’t have gone to get that certificate with him.

Victor Grant chuckled coldly, glanced at May and coldly asked, "I forced you? Yes, I did force you to get the certificate with me, but if that bastard Jacob Jennings hadn’t come to mess things up, wouldn’t I have already joyously gotten the certificate with you?"

Damn it, he had anticipated that Vincent Vance would come to disrupt, but he never expected that Vincent would send Jacob across oceans to the U.K. If he had known, he would have...

May stared at Victor Grant for a while, suddenly let out a long sigh, and her voice lost some of its stubbornness and willfulness, even carrying a hint of pleading.

"Victor, can we have a proper talk?"

"Sure, I don’t want to keep arguing with you all the time either; it’s pointless." Victor Grant exhaled and turned to give May a cold shoulder.

Looking at his broad back, May clenched her fingers, cautiously negotiating with him: "I promise you, I won’t leave you, never leave you, but I must go back to see him. Once I know he’s fine, I’ll be at ease."

Victor was taken aback, not nodding, instead asking May: ’And what if something happens to him? What will you do?’

Something happen?

May dared not think along those lines; could something happen to Vincent?

Why would Victor suddenly ask this, does he know something?

"Tell me the truth, what happened to Vincent?" May grasped Victor’s arm anxiously and pressed for an answer. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"He’s dead. I just made a call to inquire about Vincent’s situation. He was hit by seven fragments, several in critical areas. The doctors tried to resuscitate him for a day and a night but couldn’t save him."

Victor narrated calmly to May; though she couldn’t see his facial expression, May could tell he didn’t seem to be lying.

At that moment, May only felt the world spinning around her, and it took her quite a while to recover.

Dead? How could he be dead? Why did he just die like that? Who did it? Who killed him?

Tears fell in large drops; May never thought she would be this heartbroken, even more so than when Vincent hurt her before.

"Victor, you better not be lying to me, or I’ll never forgive you." May cried while clinging to the last shred of hope, threatening him.

Victor’s body stiffened momentarily and when he turned back, he saw the woman behind him crying uncontrollably.

He felt a pang in his heart, promptly sat up, and held May’s soft little body in his arms, gently comforting: "Don’t cry anymore, it’s all over. I’ll protect you from now on."

May suddenly looked up at Victor, grabbed his pajama’s chest in disbelief, and accused: "You’re lying to me, aren’t you? You’re definitely lying, right? Victor, I know you didn’t like Vincent and even wished for his death, but you can’t curse him like that; he was innocent."

Victor didn’t know how to explain to May. After a while, he said hesitantly: ’I know you don’t believe me, how about this, I’ll call Mrs. Miller, and you can ask her.’

Saying so, Victor picked up the phone from the side and called Mrs. Miller back home. Soon, the call connected.

"Mrs. Miller, May doesn’t believe that Vincent is dead, can you tell her?" After explaining the situation briefly to Mrs. Miller, Victor held the phone out to May.

Wiping her tears, May looked at Victor Grant, half-disbelievingly took the phone from him.

"Mrs. Miller, tell me, is Vincent really dead?" May bit her lip, asked Mrs. Miller softly.

Mrs. Miller hesitated on the other end, then said: ’Miss Morgan, since you already know, I might as well not hide it from you. Indeed, when I went back to Silverwood City, I heard Young Master Vance didn’t make it in the hospital. The Vance Family is in chaos now. Second Master Logan Vance’s whereabouts are unknown, their elder and senior master died an untimely death, the whole Vance Family is practically paralyzed; it seems the Owens Family is handling this mess now. It’s a sad situation.’

"Then, what about Vincent’s funeral arrangements?" May asked again anxiously.

Mrs. Miller replied falteringly: "I-I haven’t found out the particulars; I can’t say for sure. Adam Owens is probably there to help, but I don’t know exactly. I just asked briefly before I left."

"Is that so?" May felt a sinking feeling, something Mrs. Miller said seemed a little off to her.

"Alright, that’s it then." May sighed lightly, hung up Mr.s Miller’s call, yet she didn’t immediately return the phone to Victor Grant, but instead looked at him pleadingly: ’Can I call Adam? I want to know how Vincent’s funeral arrangements are going.’