Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 59: How Could Seeing You Ever Be a Waste of Time

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: How Could Seeing You Ever Be a Waste of Time

Vera Yves looked at Samantha Warren kneeling on the ground and instinctively took a step back.

Samantha’s face no longer had its earlier arrogance; she was crying with eyes swollen and red. Seeing Vera step back, she hurriedly knelt down.

Vera bent over to stop her, "Let’s sit down and talk if you have something to say."

Samantha clung to Vera’s arm as if grasping her last lifeline.

"I was wrong before, I shouldn’t have treated you like that. Since Cecilia left the hospital last time, she has neither eaten nor drunk anything. I only have one daughter; I can’t just watch her die. Please, just let Winston visit her at the hospital, okay?"

Vera replied calmly, "Whether he visits Cecilia at the hospital is his own business and has nothing to do with me."

Samantha gritted her teeth, pushed Vera aside, and knelt down again.

"Thud!"

"I know you resent Cecilia for making your mother kneel; I’m repaying that now!"

Seeing her about to kneel again, Vera stepped aside and said coldly, "You are my elder; I cannot accept such a courtesy from you. I maintain my stance: whether Winston visits Cecilia or not is his own decision. Begging me is unnecessary, better to ask him."

Samantha, seeing her firm attitude, asked through gritted teeth, "What do you want me to do then, to make you relent?"

"I’m not the one who won’t relent." Vera looked at her coldly. "It’s your daughter who always sees me as an enemy."

"You stole the man she loves passionately; how can she not see you as an enemy?" Samantha stood up, glaring at her in hatred. "If you knew how Winston used to love her and care for her, you would understand why she hates you so much!"

Why bother knowing the past? Doesn’t he still hold someone dear?

"All I have is the title of Mrs. Valentine." Vera laughed at herself. "What did I even take from her?"

Wasn’t it because he didn’t love her that he let her be Mrs. Valentine?

"I have things to do, Aunt, feel free to leave after finishing your tea."

Vera exited.

Samantha watched her back, clenching her fists tightly, then hurried out of the villa and rushed back to the hospital.

Cecilia Vaughn saw her return and asked coldly, "Where did you go?"

Samantha hesitated, "I went to find Vera Yves, hoping that if she persuaded him, Winston might come to the hospital to see you."

"Who told you to beg her?" Cecilia’s face was pale, and a ruthless gleam crossed her watery eyes.

"These days, besides going to the company, Winston has been with Vera Yves. I heard from your fourth aunt that he even argued with your second aunt for her that day..."

"Enough!"

After Vera left that day, she knew she couldn’t hide those things from Winston any longer, so she tearfully begged him.

But his attitude was firm, insisting on sending her abroad and even arranging everything for her there. It was evident he wanted her never to return.

He acted so decisively only for one reason: he had fallen in love with Vera Yves!

She had investigated; he got shot to save Vera Yves while he still thought Vera was the one who harmed her!

When exactly did he fall in love with Vera Yves?

What should she do to make him completely disappointed in Vera Yves?

"Mom, get my clothes; I need to go out for a while."

Although Vera did not refuse Zoe Monroe’s invitation to go skiing, she scheduled it for after Miles Monroe leaves the country.

She drove to the clinic and had just opened the door when someone delivered a large bouquet of red roses.

Overwhelmed by the strong fragrance, Vera sneezed as she took the flowers, flipped out the card, and saw only "Mr. Y" as the signature.

This man is truly boring.

Vera placed the flowers on the table, lifting her gaze to see the painting Winston Valentine had re-hung yesterday before leaving.

Did he not say Walter Lowell bought these paintings? There were so many; how did he remember this particular one?

Vera opened a drawer, took out the large picture frame. Earlier, people moving things accidentally broke the glass, so she had put the frame in the drawer, planning to replace the glass but hadn’t found the time.

Vera retrieved her tools and carefully started removing the shattered glass.

Next to the photo of her grandfather and Mark, there was one of her and her grandfather. How could he dare ask where she was then?

Hannah Hayes’s call came in, and Vera, while removing the broken glass, answered it.

"Vera, where are you now? Your brother Miles is here, and mom wants to keep him for lunch. Come home now."

Vera’s eyes flickered, "I’m at the clinic, busy, no time."

"Dear, your brother Miles rarely comes back; what could be so urgent at the clinic? Hurry home."

"I really don’t have time!"

Hannah seemed to walk a few steps, lowered her voice, "Mark is at an age to marry. Mom wants him to marry Zoe. Since you get along well with Miles, if he could put in a good word at the Monroe family for Mark..."

"Mom!" Anxious, Vera’s hand slipped, the glass cutting her finger, and blood rushed out instantly, making her cry out in pain.

"Vera, what’s wrong?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"I’m fine, just busy, gotta go."

Vera grabbed a nearby gauze to press on the wound. Luckily, the blood didn’t get on the photo frame, but there was quite a bit on the floor, which looked alarming.

Hannah called again, but Vera, holding her wound, couldn’t answer, intending to call her back after dealing with the injury.

Ensuring the bleeding had stopped, she wrapped her wound in gauze and fetched disinfectant to treat it properly.

Just as Vera was about to call Hannah back, a figure anxiously entered the clinic.

Miles saw the blood on the floor, swiftly approached her, and lifted the injured hand, "How could you be so careless?"

Vera instinctively pulled back her hand, "Just a small cut, why are you here?"

"Aunt Hayes said you were hurt and couldn’t reach you."

Vera appeared awkward, "My mom’s overreacting a bit. I’m fine; sorry for making you come here."

"Vera, no need to be so polite with me."

Miles helped tidy up the mess on the floor, spotting the open notebook on her desk, "Were you busy with this, so you wouldn’t even have one meal with me?"

Vera forced a smile, "You’re only back briefly and have things to do; we’ve seen each other, no need to waste your time."

"How can seeing you be a waste of time?"

"We’re not the kind of relationship that needs frequent meetings."

Miles watched her composed demeanor, and as he held her injured hand, seeing her struggle, he frowned, "Don’t move, let me clean your hand."

"No need."

Miles didn’t let go, taking a cotton swab with disinfectant and carefully wiping away the blood on her hand.

Vera looked out the window; it hadn’t snowed much last night. Today, with the temperature rising, the snow was beginning to melt.

Discarding the cotton swab in the trash, Miles finally let go of her hand, staring at her profile and silently sighed, "Still as stubborn as when you were a child, aren’t you?"