Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 468: Real Death or Fake Death
Vincent Vance glared coldly at Adam Owens, knowing that he was hiding something from him, and that this matter was very likely related to May Morgan’s sudden accident. Just as he was about to grab Adam Owens by the collar and question him, the door to the emergency room was suddenly opened from the inside.
"Young Master Vance, we are very sorry, your wife, she..."
The doctors responsible for the resuscitation glanced at Vincent Vance with guilt, aware of the place May Morgan held in his heart, and spoke hesitantly. However, the helpless expression on their faces said it all.
"What do you mean?" Vincent Vance’s heart sank suddenly, as if something had been shattered in an instant, and he could barely stand.
The doctors looked at each other, none willing to deliver the bad news to Vincent Vance.
Vincent Vance abruptly pushed aside the people blocking him, quickly opened the door, and rushed inside. In the emergency room, May Morgan lay on the operating table, her eyes closed, her body cold as ice, looking exactly like she was dead.
Vincent Vance grasped May Morgan’s hand, hanging limp from the operating table, and held it in his palm. Her small hand was not only cold but already somewhat stiff, and he knew, she was gone!
At that moment, it felt as if a piece of Vincent Vance’s heart had been carved out with a knife, and he was in unbearable pain.
"May Morgan, you’ll be okay, I promised I wouldn’t let anything happen to you!" Vincent Vance bent down and picked May Morgan up from the bed, gently comforting her while turning towards the exit.
Adam Owens stood at the door, watching Vincent Vance carry the lifeless body of May Morgan, stunned. How could this happen? May Morgan... really dead?
"Vincent, could there have been a mistake? How could May die so suddenly? How could this happen?" Adam Owens burst into tears upon seeing May Morgan in Vincent Vance’s arms, her eyes closed, and lifeless.
Vincent Vance didn’t cry, but at that moment, his heart was in more agony than if he had. May Morgan was his one true love, and she had suddenly died like this!
He had just turned his back for a moment, just left May with the useless Adam Owens for a little while, and now she was dead?
With that thought, Vincent Vance kicked Adam Owens in the chest, sending him crashing to the floor: "Adam Owens, you are utterly useless!"
Adam Owens clutched his chest in pain from Vincent’s kick, but in his despair, he didn’t even consider fighting back. He simply knelt there, unwilling to get up: "It’s my fault, I failed to take care of May, it’s my fault, Vincent, you should just kill me."
Even after kicking Adam Owens, Vincent Vance’s anger didn’t subside. He glared at Adam Owens fiercely, threatening, "You better find the murderer who killed May, or I’ll bury you with her!"
Adam Owens, clutching his chest, froze for a moment. He wanted to accuse Maxwell Vance because she was responsible for May’s death, but in the end, he said nothing.
Seeing Adam Owens kneeling silently on the ground, Vincent Vance ignored him, turned around with May Morgan, and left the hospital.
He carried May Morgan’s body directly back to Zenith Villa.
He didn’t want to believe that May was dead, that with just one turn, she could have suddenly died like this. She shouldn’t have died, couldn’t have died.
They had promised to live and die together, and now she had left before him. If she was really dead, what was the point of him doing any of this alone?
Vincent Vance placed May Morgan on the large bed in the bedroom, the bed where they had spent many wonderful moments together.
He laid her down in her accustomed sleeping spot, arranged everything just so, and then lay down beside her.
The May beside him was not breathing, didn’t move, and wouldn’t flare up at him or act coy, and she would never again want the durian pastry he bought her. She wouldn’t turn around to gaze at him dreamily.
She was gone; he knew it better than anyone, but he refused to accept the truth. So he lay beside her, preferring that this moment remain frozen in time.
And so, Vincent lay on the bed, staying all day and night. The servants, worried that he might do something rash, knocked at his door several times to call him down for meals, only to be met with his harsh rebuffs. Over time, no one dared to approach him anymore.
When Jacob Jennings drove back, Vincent Vance had already been in the bedroom with May for a day and a night.
Jacob Jennings, afraid that something might have happened to Vincent Vance, forcefully ordered someone to open the bedroom lock and check inside.
Inside the bedroom, May Morgan was lying quietly on the bed, dressed in a luxurious and exquisite wedding gown, while Vincent Vance sat beside her, holding her hand, softly murmuring something.
"Master Jennings, you haven’t eaten for a day and night. Please have something to eat first," Jacob Jennings frowned, walking quickly to Vincent’s side, gently persuading him.
It seemed as if Vincent Vance didn’t hear him at all. He continued to hold May’s hand, lost in her stunning visage, in a daze.
He still owed her a wedding. He had said that once she got better, he would make up for everything he owed her, but now, everything was too late.
"Master Jennings, May is dead. Tormenting yourself like this is not a solution. Besides, it’s still very warm now; her body can’t be kept for long." Jacob Jennings logically persuaded Vincent Vance.
Vincent Vance glared at Jacob Jennings unhappily, annoyed at his presence, and snapped, "Get out!"
His expression was one of coldness that brooked no resistance. Jacob Jennings understood his temper and knew May’s place in his heart, so he turned to lower the air conditioning in the bedroom, reducing the room’s temperature significantly.
"I know you can’t bear to leave May. You want to stay with her a few days longer, so stay a while, but you must come to terms with it. The dead can’t come back to life."
Jacob Jennings sighed helplessly, glanced at Vincent, who remained silent, then turned and left the bedroom.
Just as he closed the door, he turned back for one last look at May Morgan on the bed, his eyes involuntarily revealing a complex expression.
He went to the first floor, asked the servants, and confirmed that May Morgan had been dead for a day and a night. Logically, after twenty-four hours, bodies would begin to show livor mortis, yet the May Morgan he had just seen was smooth-skinned as jade, seemingly no different from before her death.
Not only that, if he hadn’t known May Morgan was dead, when he first saw her, he would have thought she was merely sleeping, perhaps even still slightly breathing.
He was a rational person and would never view a corpse with sentimental illusions like Vincent Vance did. Therefore, the peculiar feeling earlier made him very uneasy.
Jacob Jennings spent a long time pondering in the living room on the first floor before finally deciding to go upstairs to talk to Vincent Vance.
He carried a bowl of porridge back into the bedroom, deliberately sniffing the air for the odor of decay that typically follows death, but found none.
All of this was highly irregular, and Jacob Jennings realized that his suspicions might be correct.
