Editor: Henyee Translations When Vera Warner lay down, she caught a glimpse of Victor Morgan on the sofa out of the corner of her eye and couldn’t help but turn her head angrily to glare at him.
She’d originally wanted to curse him out, but seeing his hands in casts and how off he looked, her anger shifted into curiosity.
Victor, of course, noticed her actions and grumbled, “Are you an idiot or what?
How could you let someone trick you into a place like that?”
“Just what is wrong with you?
If you keep your mouth shut, no one will think you’re mute.”
No matter what, Vera would never let a man walk all over her.
Besides, what right did he have to criticize her?
If it wasn’t for their kindergarten…
Thinking of this, she suddenly asked in alarm, “Where’s Luke?
Who were those people calling me?”
Victor took a deep breath, not wanting to talk more with this crazy woman in case he got so mad he’d pop an artery.
At this moment, Special Assistant York played his part and quickly stepped up to explain, “Miss Warner, you were tricked.
Luke never left school, President Morgan already called to confirm it.
If you don’t believe it, you can go see for yourself when you feel better.”
Hearing this, Vera still found things suspicious, but she’d panicked because she cared so much.
All these years, it had just been her and her daughter.
If anything happened to her, of course she couldn’t think straight.
Vera continued to ask, “Then what exactly happened?
My neck and head really hurt—someone must’ve knocked me out.”
Vera’s memory of what happened was spotty.
She just remembered suddenly being attacked, with no time to react.
Special Assistant York went on, “After you’d yelled at President Morgan—” At this, he sensed a murderous glare and immediately skipped the word.
“I mean, after you contacted President Morgan, he felt something was wrong, so he got in touch with the school.
He found out nothing had happened like what you’d said.
Then he tracked your whereabouts, which led us to that mall.
Miss Warner, guess how President Morgan got hurt?”
Special Assistant York purposely left a cliffhanger, making Vera roll her eyes, but hearing her daughter was safe, her mood eased.
“You’re not going to tell me your Morgan family actually rescued me?” Vera figured his injuries were from a car accident; she’d never believe it was from saving her.
But Special Assistant York nodded emphatically, “You guessed right.
The thug threw you off the third floor, and President Morgan caught you without a second thought.
That’s how both his hands ended up with comminuted fractures, and his ribs got broken.
Otherwise, do you think a car accident would cause exactly those injuries?”
Vera thought Special Assistant York was unreal.
How could he read her mind like that?
Was Victor’s assistant telepathic or something?
Vera scrutinized Victor’s stern face, racking her brain until her head nearly split open, and finally remembered something.
She really had fallen, and she was okay now only because someone caught her—someone like the man in front of her.
Vera was actually quite shocked and moved.
“Mr.
Morgan, thank you for saving me.
But you’re also responsible, for not giving me the school’s contact information and all that.”
Victor took a deep breath, holding himself back from strangling her on the spot.
“Saving your life isn’t something a simple ‘thank you’ can pay back.”
When Vera saw the look on his face, she realized she was probably in trouble, but remembering he’d actually saved her, she felt genuinely touched inside.
“Then tell me, how should I repay you?
Just say it.”
Victor looked at her and spat out, coldly, “Move in with me!”
Those three words sounded so ambiguous it was impossible not to get the wrong idea.
Even Special Assistant York’s expression was priceless.
Vera laid her cards on the table, “If you think I’ll sleep with you, forget it.”
“You’re crazy.
Who needs you to do that?
I want you to move into my place starting today and take on the responsibility of caring for Zola.
Anyway, Luke is in the same school and class as her now, it’ll be easier to look after them both.”
Victor was used to giving orders, so he spoke about it with total calm, not caring at all how Vera felt about it.
She hated the Morgan family—how could she ever move in?
The more she tried to keep her distance from the Morgans, the tighter they drew her in.
Vera felt like fate was playing a prank on her.
Very soon, Victor added, “Besides, you’re not exactly safe right now.
Are you sure you want to keep living with your child like this?
Move into my place first, I’ll have someone look into what happened.”
Because the mall hadn’t officially opened yet, the surveillance cameras weren’t running; nothing from that day was recorded, and the nearby cameras had all been tampered with so they couldn’t be restored.
Vera found herself tempted by his words—it really was, like he said, that she still had some trouble hanging over her head.
Of course, she suspected who was behind it: Luna Warner.
That woman hadn’t managed to burn her alive five years ago, and now seeing her getting close to Victor, she was probably getting desperate.
Fine.
Just move in openly then.
Let that woman get a taste of her own medicine too.
“Alright, I’ll do as you say.
I’ll bring Luke and move in for now.”
Victor immediately called for arrangements, leaving Vera in the hospital for observation for a day, then took her back to the Morgan house the next day.
And as for Chloe Warner, when she learned her mom was sick, she obediently followed Zola Morgan to school.
Vera noticed that her once rambunctious daughter seemed more normal ever since she started spending time with Zola.
Victor wanted his son to be with her mainly to change his personality, but Vera gradually realized that Chloe Warner was changing too.
Once they moved in with the Morgans, people started gossiping that Vera was Victor’s mistress on the side, and that she’d given birth to a daughter for him.
The two children looked fifty percent alike, and were so close—who wouldn’t jump to conclusions?
But since Victor’s hands were still in casts, of course, when eating at home, someone had to feed him.
“Come on, open up and eat slowly!”
Vera naturally took on this duty—all because Victor had played the “life-saver” card on her.
She’d fed her daughter like this back in the day—might as well feed a bigger son now.
The two kids sitting across from them watched with great interest.
Especially Zola, who’d managed to bring her mom back home.
Then Zola piped up in her milky voice, “Mom, tonight you’ll have to sleep with Dad, right?
He can’t take off his clothes by himself, can’t bathe by himself, and can’t cover himself with the blanket.
You’ll have to help him, right?”