Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 12: I Will Help You

Vera Yves looked up and saw Winston Valentine already sprinting upstairs like a gust of wind.

"What are you standing around for? See the guests out!" Samantha Warren threw down a sentence and hurriedly went upstairs as well.

Vera Yves stopped in her tracks, "Mom and Dad, you should head back to the hospital first."

Hannah Hayes still wanted to say something, but Harry Yves waved his hand and stormed off, while Hannah Hayes quickly followed.

Vera Yves turned and went upstairs. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The door to Cecilia Vaughn’s room was open, and the sound of her crying could be vaguely heard.

"Winston Valentine, I’m scared, don’t leave!"

Vera Yves reached the doorway and saw Cecilia Vaughn collapsed on the floor beside a lamp she had knocked over, Winston Valentine kneeling on one knee, holding her tightly, her arms wrapped tightly around his back.

No third person could fit between the two of them.

"The floor is cold, let me help you to the bed first." Winston Valentine’s voice was unusually gentle.

"Why is it that I can never wash the smell off me?" Cecilia Vaughn asked, suddenly losing control and frantically tearing at her clothes. When Vera Yves saw the scars on her body, big and small, she was shocked.

"Cecilia, don’t do this." Winston Valentine lifted her to the bed, wrapping her in a blanket to prevent her from injuring herself.

Cecilia Vaughn turned to Samantha Warren, her voice trembling, "Mom, help me run a bath."

"Cecilia, you’ve already bathed three times today..." Samantha Warren looked at her with heartbreak.

"It’s not enough, it’s still not enough! I need to bathe!"

"Alright, alright, Mom will go run the bathwater for you." Samantha Warren hurried to soothe her.

Winston Valentine grabbed her shoulders, "Cecilia, you’re safe now, everything is over."

Cecilia Vaughn looked at him, glimpsed the figure at the door and tears welled up, her voice shattered, "I want Mark Yves to pay! I want him jailed! Winston, you’ll help me, won’t you?"

Looking at Cecilia Vaughn’s fragile appearance, Winston Valentine’s voice was deep, "Yes, I will help you."

Vera Yves felt a pang in her heart; Cecilia was his heart’s desire. Would he really show mercy to Mark Yves just for their little bit of matrimonial respect?

Vera Yves hurried back to the hospital.

Linda Young had already left, with only Hannah Hayes sitting by the bedside, feeding porridge to Mark Yves and wiping the corners of his mouth.

Vera Yves looked at Mark Yves coldly, "Why does Cecilia Vaughn have so many wounds?"

Mark Yves’s face was swollen like a pig’s head, each word was a struggle, yet he exerted all his strength, "She... framed... me..."

Those injuries were inflicted by Cecilia herself?

Who would believe such a thing?

"Did you hear that? My son did nothing to that Cecilia Vaughn!"

Vera Yves looked at her helplessly, "Mom, even if Mark didn’t do anything to Cecilia Vaughn, he kidnapped her, which is true. As long as Cecilia reports it to the police, he’ll go to jail for at least five years!"

Hannah Hayes was alarmed, "Five years? He was just trying to scare her! Why five years? Vera, you must beg Winston, ask The Valentines not to report this to the police!"

Vera Yves’s hand was still faintly aching, her cheek stinging with pain, thinking of how distraught he was for Cecilia, her heart felt heavy. What would she achieve aside from cold remarks if she begged him?

After this morning’s commotion, gaining The Valentines’ forgiveness seemed even harder.

Vera Yves stayed at the hospital for three days, Mark Yves’s condition improved, but The Valentines hadn’t taken any action.

Old Mrs. Valentine summoned Vera Yves to the old home for dinner.

Before she left, Hannah Hayes specifically told her to speak to Old Mrs. Valentine. As long as Old Mrs. Valentine disagrees, The Valentines wouldn’t dare call the police.

Vera Yves arrived at the old home, Winston Valentine was waiting for her at the door.

"About Cecilia, Grandma doesn’t know." Winston Valentine said coldly, "I don’t intend to tell her either. If you still feel guilty towards her, keep your mouth shut."

Vera Yves looked at him; the handsome face showed signs of fatigue, a side of Winston Valentine she’d never seen before.

Truthfully, she hadn’t planned on telling Grandma. Though Grandma was fond of her, Cecilia Vaughn was the victim in this matter, so it would be logical for Grandma to side with Cecilia. She didn’t want Grandma to face difficulties.

"Of course I feel guilty towards her." Vera Yves watched him calmly, "But what about you? Guilt? Sympathy or..."

"Mrs. Valentine, are you actually jealous now?" Winston Valentine interrupted her.

Vera Yves’s expression remained unchanged, "I just hope you’ll know your place."

"Oh? What is my place?"

"There are other cousins in The Valentine Family besides you." Vera Yves replied calmly, "If you don’t want Grandma to know, you should place yourself as her cousin."

Winston Valentine sneered, "Since you’re so concerned about me, spend the next few days at the old home and join me in the charade."

After finishing his sentence, Winston Valentine turned and walked inside.

Vera Yves furrowed her brows, following him inside at a steady pace.

Old Mrs. Valentine saw Vera Yves, smiling as she took her hand, talking with her for a long time. Winston Valentine stayed a while before excusing himself upstairs.

Before dinner, Old Mrs. Valentine asked Vera Yves to go upstairs and call Winston Valentine, "Winston said he’s dealing with matters at a branch office recently, and will be staying at the old home. Is that true?"

Vera Yves thought of Winston’s words and nodded.

"Stay as well." Old Mrs. Valentine said smilingly, "You’ll keep Grandma company for a few days."

Vera Yves thought of Winston’s words, and didn’t refuse.

Upstairs, Vera Yves directly walked to Cecilia Vaughn’s room door, she was about to knock when the door, barely ajar, was nudged open slightly by the wind.

Through the crack, she saw Cecilia Vaughn, pale and leaning against the headboard, Winston Valentine sat by the bed in a chair, wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up, holding a porcelain bowl, feeding her.

Cecilia Vaughn took small sips, looking at him tenderly.

His back was to her, so she couldn’t see his expression. But she could imagine how gentle his eyes could be.

Her eyes felt sore, and Vera Yves wanted to leave.

"Sister-in-law." Cecilia Vaughn’s pale voice called out.

Vera Yves had no choice but to look over, Cecilia Vaughn appeared calm, "Since you’re at the door, why not come in?"

Vera Yves pushed the door open, looking at Winston Valentine, "Grandma wants me to call you downstairs for dinner."

"You guys go ahead, don’t wait for me."

Cecilia Vaughn looked at him apologetically, "You didn’t eat properly at noon because you were taking care of me. I would feel awful if you don’t eat properly again tonight."

Vera Yves tightened her grip.

Cecilia Vaughn turned to Vera Yves, "Sister-in-law shouldn’t mind looking after him for a bit?"

Winston Valentine furrowed his brows, "How could she take care of anyone?"

"I just want Sister-in-law to accompany me." Cecilia Vaughn smiled at him, "Is that not okay?"

Winston Valentine was silent for a moment, then looked at Vera Yves, "The doctor said she needs rest."

At this point, what could she possibly do to Cecilia Vaughn? What could she dare to do to Cecilia Vaughn? He overestimated her — no, he was simply too concerned about Cecilia Vaughn.

Vera Yves’s voice was tinged with bitterness, "Alright."