Chapter 1456: Chapter 1456: Pulling His Ear

Mildred felt a surge of glee inside; to think that Morgan Ashworth and Willow Crawford, usually so affectionate, were fighting— and fighting fiercely.

"Fine, Morgan Ashworth, those are your words, you won’t beg me to come back!"

As she said this, Willow Crawford opened the door and left as quickly as possible.

Willow Crawford was gone.

Bang.

A loud crash echoed from inside; Morgan Ashworth was raging, kicking over many things.

Though Mildred was happy, she was also puzzled. How could Morgan Ashworth and Willow Crawford suddenly start fighting? Was there some hidden agenda behind this?

Mildred walked into the room and saw Morgan Ashworth standing with his hands on his hips before the floor-to-ceiling window. The room was a complete mess, and a layer of cold disdain had clouded his handsome features. His broad chest rose and fell, likely from lingering anger; his entire demeanor warned others to stay away after the fight.

Mildred stepped forward and timidly inquired, "Master, what happened between you and Miss Crawford? Why did you suddenly argue?"

Morgan Ashworth ignored her.

Mildred was accustomed to it; she was used to being treated like air. Her delicate brow furrowed as she said, "Master, don’t be angry. I think Miss Crawford loves you too much, which is why she can’t stand having other girls around you. I know she doesn’t like me very much either."

"But Miss Crawford’s love is too domineering, it’s oppressive and suffocating. Her desire to control you is too strong; normal people can’t endure that kind of control."

"If you keep indulging her, I think Miss Crawford will only become more and more excessive..."

Morgan Ashworth looked back at Mildred, his expressionless lips lifted coldly, "Who do you think you are, what gives you the right to criticize her?"

Mildred, "..."

Morgan Ashworth grabbed his coat and left.

Mildred was speechless, she didn’t expect her attempt to create discord would only earn Morgan Ashworth’s mockery— his meaning was clear, she couldn’t compare to Willow Crawford at all.

Still, Mildred felt a bit relieved, as it appeared that Morgan Ashworth and Willow Crawford weren’t pretending after all; it seemed they really did fight.

...

Willow Crawford hadn’t returned for several days, nor had Morgan Ashworth come back. Mildred made soup for him every day.

She thought this was a great opportunity, she might find a way to step in.

But Morgan Ashworth gave her no chance to get close, she heard that he spent every night at the bar drowning his sorrows.

Mildred immediately went to the bar and stood outside a luxurious private room, where she saw Morgan Ashworth playing cards with Ethan Barnes and several other wealthy young men.

Morgan Ashworth was smoking, the smoke obscuring the expression on his face, but it was clear the smoke revealed his tightly furrowed brow.

Mildred couldn’t help but swoon a little; she had never seen Morgan Ashworth smoke, and unexpectedly, he was so handsome while doing it.

That clean, elegant masculinity, tinged with a hint of decadent indulgence, was truly alluring.

Ethan Barnes was there too, also smoking, filling the room with haze.

"Brother-in-law, did you really break up with Willow Crawford? How could you bring yourself to leave this little princess?" Ethan Barnes asked with a laugh.

Morgan Ashworth shot Ethan a displeased look. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Ethan quickly changed his tone, "Alright, breaking up is good. You and Willow Crawford have been together for years; the affection has surely faded by now. If you ask me, a man shouldn’t cling to a single flower, there are plenty of beauties outside. Tonight, choose as you please, brother-in-law will cover the bill."

With that, Ethan snapped his fingers, and a beauty sat next to Morgan Ashworth.

The beauty was of the pure type, with long, black hair and a youthful face— clearly tailored to his preferences, matching Willow Crawford’s standard.

Morgan Ashworth didn’t reject the beauty.

Mildred observed everything keenly, worried they might be teaming up to deceive her— but now it seemed she was worrying over nothing.

Then, someone strode forward aggressively; Mildred saw it was Willow Crawford.

Mildred quickly hid, preparing to watch the spectacle.

Willow Crawford stormed directly into the luxurious suite and looked at Morgan Ashworth, "Morgan Ashworth, great— I’ve been home for several days and you really didn’t come looking for me. You came to the bar to drink, and now this— who’s this woman beside you? Have you been doing something behind my back?"

Ethan Barnes quickly stood up to mediate, "Princess Willow, why are you here? I invited my brother-in-law out for fun, please don’t be mad."

Morgan Ashworth coldly retorted, "Weren’t you the one who said you wouldn’t come back? I didn’t pick you up, yet you ran back here yourself?"

Willow Crawford’s almond-shaped eyes widened; she stepped forward and overturned Morgan Ashworth’s card table.

The cards scattered all over the floor.

Ethan was stunned; Willow Crawford’s temper was indeed immense.

The other young men didn’t dare make a sound; when a woman gets angry, it can be terrifying.

"Morgan Ashworth, I hate you!" Willow Crawford threw out the words and turned to leave.

"Brother-in-law, aren’t you going to chase after Princess Willow?" Ethan Barnes asked, uncertain.

Morgan Ashworth pressed his thin lips and denied flatly, "No chase."

The young men enjoyed the drama, "Not chasing is right, you can’t indulge this woman’s temper. My girlfriend knows better than to defy me."

"That’s right, indulge women now and suffer later. We have to deal with them once, make them understand our power, and serve us like lords."

Suddenly, a voice called out, "Who’s the lord?"

Celeste Linden arrived.

News of Morgan Ashworth and Willow Crawford’s breakup had spread; even Celeste Linden had heard of it. She believed in her brother’s feelings for Willow Crawford, but feared he might take a wrong path, so she had to come and see.

Seeing Willow Crawford walk away in anger and Morgan Ashworth discussing how to train women, Celeste Linden flew into a rage.

"Sis, why are you here?" Morgan Ashworth was surprised his sister had shown up.

Celeste Linden stepped forward, "If I didn’t come, I wouldn’t know you’ve gotten so unruly. How have you treated Willow?"

"She’s too capricious, always throwing a fit."

Celeste Linden snorted immediately, "So she’s capricious now, but you never said so before—when you were in love, everything was perfect, even her tantrums were charming. Now that you have her, you find her childish. It’s just men’s bad nature— Miles, I didn’t expect you’d be like this too!"

Facing Celeste Linden’s stern rebuke, Morgan Ashworth said, "Sis, you don’t understand..."

"How do I not understand? Come, now let’s go find Willow, apologize to her, have her forgive you, and come home with you."

Morgan Ashworth refused, "I’m not going."

"Miles, have you grown up and stopped listening to your sister now?" Celeste Linden stepped forward and grabbed Morgan Ashworth’s ear.