It took him a lot of effort to convince Old Mr. Henderson to bring Vivian back to the villa.
And now he wants to marry Vivian, which is like touching his bottom.
It must not be tolerated.
“My idea is to let Vivian stay with the baby for a while, and then just let her go when the time comes.”
“Lies. In that case, what’s the point of getting a marriage license?”
“How can I have a child without a marriage license, and it’s hard to keep my child from being registered.”
“You … you … you … you …”
Old Mr. Henderson was shivering with anger, “Do you believe what you say?”
How can you be in the Henderson Family and not be able to register a child at birth? What a bunch of nonsense.
“I make my own decisions about my affairs. If I really like Vivian, how could I not give her a grand wedding? This is just a reprieve, I hope grandpa won’t think too much about it.”
Edward is calm and relaxed, a pair of black eyes indifferent, so that people insight not out of any emotions.
Old Mr. Henderson paced back and forth across the room with his hands behind his back, pointing a hand in his face, “Edward, you disappoint me so much. I don’t care what you think, but Vivian will never set foot in the Henderson Family, and I have no shortage of illegitimate children in the Henderson Family. You have two choices, either Vivian takes the child and leaves, or you keep the child and marry Jocelynn.”
Giving final instructions.
An attitude that does not tolerate resistance.
Edward’s pupils plummeted, and there was a trace of coldness and struggle in the depths of his eyes.
“What if I insist on it?”
As his words fell, Old Mr. Henderson’s falcon-like sharp eyes instantly shot over and stood in front of him, steeply kicking him hard in the abdomen.
In the end is a soldier from the practice, a foot flying out, Edward was actually kicked by him to hit the door panel, clang a sound.
The sound was so loud that even those sitting outside in the parlor heard it clearly.
Vivian shuddered, startled by the loud noise over there, and couldn’t help but worry a little about Edward’s situation.
She stood in the living room and didn’t say anything, and those people couldn’t do anything to Vivian.
The crowd was just at a standstill.
Ten minutes later, Edward came out from the inner room, he still kept his handsome and handsome high-cold image, and could not see any hint of difference.
The expression was calm, as if the conversation with Old Mr. Henderson in the inner room was just a calm and peaceful one.
But the sudden sound just now ‘told’ everyone that things are never that simple.
He walked up to Vivian, “Let’s go.”
Tugging her hand, she left straight away.
Vivian did not struggle, but found that when his hand touched her, I could vaguely feel the heat of his hand, in the cold winter, but sweat stains.
So, what the hell just happened?
It took him a few minutes to walk from the atrium to the vestibule. He took it in stride, Vivian was slow with her big belly and Edward noticed it, so he slowed down his pace to keep up with her.
Neither of them spoke until they got in the car and rushed back to Blossomland villa.
It was quiet, quiet enough to make people feel alarmed.
Vivian wanted to ask about the situation several times, but when the words came to her mouth, she swallowed them back, feeling that there was no need to ask.
Once, when her mother died, was she not the one who suffered in silence?
Now Edward is facing everything but less than one percent of the pain at the beginning, and what is the need to feel sorry for him.
The car slowly pulled into Blossomland villa, Edward got out, went around to the passenger side and opened the door.
He reached out to support Vivian.
That scene gave everyone the ‘illusion’ that Edward really doted on Vivian.
But Vivian knew that all of his goodness was based on the fetus in his belly.
Mother by son is what Edward said.
It’s solid, but true.
“Starting today, don’t see Jocelynn again!
Edward gave the order to Vivian.
Vivian did not speak, calm and relaxed look makes people do not understand whether she answered or did not say yes.
When the two entered the living room, Edward said to the maid, “Have the kitchen prepare lunch.”
“Yes, sir.”
The maid nodded her head.
They originally went to the Henderson Family at noon with the intention of dining at the Henderson Family, but the plan didn’t work out.
Upstairs, Edward opened the bedroom door, “Go in and rest for a while, I’ll go to the study and work for a while.”
“Hmm.”
Vivian jowls slightly and closes the bedroom door.
Behind the door, she held the doorknob in one hand and braced herself against the panel with the other, thinking about the events of the day at the Henderson Family.
I always had a vague feeling that Edward should be hiding something from her.
The more Vivian thought about it, the more restless she became, and pulled open the door and went to the study, wanting to ask for clarification.
At the door of the study, she pushed the door open and closed it gently, fearing that it would interfere with Edward’s work.
The design of the study is a row of bookshelves, blocking the view from there, so Edward did not see Vivian walk in.
“Hiss~”
A huffing sound came from inside, Vivian’s eyebrows knitted as she slowly approached.
Now I found Edward sitting at his desk with his upper body bare, looking at his injuries in a mirror placed on the desk and applying medicine.
He was sitting on his side, and at Vivian’s angle, he could see the injury on his back.
This is surprised to find that Edward’s body dark purple whip marks, one on top of the other, high swollen traces of deep purple with red blood, a dozen whip marks.
Thinking back to the scene that just happened at the Henderson Family’s old house, one can’t help but be alarmed.
At that moment, I guessed that the Henderson Family must be angry with the old man, but I never expected to hit Edward so hard.
Vivian didn’t know how long she stood, her mind wandered too much and her gaze became lax.
Suddenly the man turned around and his harsh gaze shot over, “Who let you in, get out!”
He chortled.
Vivian’s heart trembled with fear, and her eyes flashed, “I … that … I just wanted to come over and find a book.”
“What book?”
Edward had a cold face, casually copied aside a black shirt and put it on, the action jaded buttoning.
“… books on law.”
Edward got up and went straight around to the third row of bookshelves and casually took two books on law and handed them to her, “Remember to knock when you enter the study in the future.”
“Hmm.”
Vivian took the book and answered.
Turn around and slowly walk to the study door, one hand holding the books in her arms, one hand on the door handle, pull open the door, walk out, turn around and close it when she looked meaningfully inside the study.
Edward could not be seen from this angle.
Vivian had mixed feelings, but closed the door and went back to the bedroom.
Not much later walked out again, took a bottle of medicine and went to the door of the study and knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
When Vivian pushed the door open and walked in, the man was buried in his desk working on business.
Clutching the bottle of medicine in her hand, she walked in.
Edward closed the file in his hand and snapped it aside, not even looking at her, “What’s up?”