Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 65: Why Have Children?

As Winston Valentine opened the bag, he loosened his tie. It was a simple enough action, yet his palms were sweating.

He took out the document but didn’t rush to the final result; instead, he started reading from the first line.

Despite hardly understanding a word, he continued reading diligently, line by line.

Once he’d read through all the content, his gaze fell on the final result of the test — "No blood relationship confirmed."

Staring at those words, Winston Valentine felt as though he suddenly failed to recognize them.

His hands and feet grew cold. After a long time, he stuffed the document back, locked it in the cabinet, and finally got up and went out.

Hospital room.

Cecilia Vaughn was leaning against the hospital bed when someone knocked at the door; Samantha Warren went to open it and returned with a document.

"Cecilia, this is..."

Cecilia Vaughn took the document but didn’t rush to open it. "Mom, do you know Winston has been secretly searching for my second uncle’s illegitimate daughter all these years?"

"Wasn’t that illegitimate daughter already found? A few days ago, there was even a stir at home because Vera Yves took her shopping."

Cecilia Vaughn chuckled, "If Rae Rhodes was truly my uncle’s daughter, don’t you think the news spread too fast? With my uncle’s capability in Imperia, hiding someone isn’t difficult."

Samantha Warren was puzzled, "What does this have to do with Vera Yves?"

Cecilia Vaughn, thinking of Winston Valentine’s recent avoidance, had already seen many things clearly.

A man with another woman in his heart, his temporary soft-heartedness only brings long-lasting resentment.

Looking at the document in her hand, as long as Vera Yves and Mrs. Yves have no blood relationship, the remaining matters will be up to Cecilia!

"Mom, have you helped me pack my luggage for going abroad?"

Samantha Warren looked at her in surprise, "Are you really going abroad?"

With a calm voice, Cecilia Vaughn said, "Winston wants me to leave, so naturally, I should be an obedient woman. But I don’t need to pack much luggage, I’ll be back soon."

Samantha Warren couldn’t help asking, "Does Vera Yves’ car accident have anything to do with you?"

Cecilia Vaughn adjusted her clothes. She indeed had sought out Luke Shaw once. Who knew that coward wouldn’t even dare harbor thoughts about Vera Yves now.

Until evening, Winston Valentine never showed up at the hospital.

Hannah Hayes was by Vera Yves’ bedside, "Vera, if you want Winston to accompany you, just give him a call."

Vera Yves turned over.

"Your dad said Winston talked with him last time; he plans to give The Yves Family a few minor projects first."

Hannah Hayes smiled pleasantly, "People from Valentine Group have already started following up in the past few days. I knew Winston Valentine would realize your worth sooner or later, and then The Yves Family’s good days will come."

Vera Yves pulled the quilt over her ears.

Hannah Hayes looked at her distressedly, "You, stubborn since childhood, always a one-track mind, I don’t know who you take after! While things with Winston are good now, hurry up and have a child; with a child, you will have a better stand in The Valentine Family!"

"Which eye of yours sees that Winston and I are doing well?"

Hannah Hayes clicked her tongue, "I’m not blind, you two aren’t doing well yet snuggle and kiss?"

Vera Yves blushed furiously, "Who says... kissing means feelings are good?"

"Your dad and I also seriously dated," Hannah Hayes said with the tone of someone experienced, confidently, "You can’t kiss like that without feelings."

What feelings could she have with Winston Valentine?

Vera Yves simply buried her head under the quilt, refusing to communicate with her.

Hannah Hayes didn’t see Winston Valentine, but the villa’s maid was sent to the hospital for the night watch.

"Does Winston Valentine always work this much?"

Vera Yves couldn’t answer, after all, throughout their three-year marriage, his timely returns home were limited.

As for whether he was working late at the company or drinking and socializing outside, she was not sure.

In the dimly lit bar, Winston Valentine sat in a booth.

Theodore Xavier was beside him, complaining, "Have you heard this saying? ’Drawing the blade to cut water, it flows even more; Using wine to relieve worries, the worries are even worse.’ You’ve downed two bottles already, pretty soon when you start throwing up, don’t pretend you know me."

Winston Valentine poured another glass; he wanted not to be too sober, so he wouldn’t need to think about many matters.

"I’ve heard Cecilia Vaughn is going abroad in a few days. Can you really bear to send her away again?"

Seeing his lack of response, even his gaze showed no change, Theodore Xavier continued, "Your wife is hospitalized, and you’re here drinking; it’s somewhat unseemly."

Winston Valentine’s hand paused momentarily before asking suddenly, "Tell me, why should a man and a woman have children?"

Theodore Xavier saw the seriousness in his friend’s question and couldn’t help but touch his forehead, "You’ve got a wife, yet you ask me, bachelor, such a fundamental question. How do you expect me to answer you, buddy?"

Winston Valentine didn’t aim to get an answer from him; he tightened his grip on the wine glass, sneering, "You can have children with the woman you love, and with the one you don’t love too! Whether legal or not, you have to have them. Isn’t it disgusting?"

Disgusting?

"Haven’t you been married to your wife for three years, being platonic all this time?"

Winston Valentine ignored him.

"Having children is just a result of certain social behaviors. As for why such behaviors occur, sometimes it’s out of love, other times it’s out of necessity."

Theodore Xavier paused, "Normal people have needs, but these needs come with some additional consequences, such as children."

Theodore Xavier rubbed his nose, asking quietly, "Your wife is pregnant?"

Winston Valentine drank another mouthful of wine, his gaze became distant, fixed on the dance floor.

Theodore Xavier lowered his voice again, "The child... isn’t yours?"

"Get lost!"

Winston Valentine stood up, staggering towards the bar’s exit. Theodore Xavier tried to help him, but was pushed away.

Walking out of the bar, with a bit of cold wind, Winston Valentine cleared his head somewhat.

The driver opened the car door, he got in, resting his eyes for a long time before saying, "To the hospital."

The car stopped downstairs at the inpatient department, Winston Valentine got out, looking up at the building before him, many rooms had already gone dark.

Taking the elevator, Winston Valentine reached the VIP room’s entrance, his mind had sobered up considerably.

Instead of entering, he sat on the bench outside the ward.

He pulled out his phone, bringing up a photo; the picture was of a painting, depicting a dragonfly woven with something resembling an infusion tube. It appeared cheap, differing from common dragonflies in that this one was missing a wing.

And the dragonfly from that old photo, despite the age, shared a startling resemblance with this one.

Winston Valentine tucked the phone into his pocket, leaning against the back of the chair.

Despite the central heating in the hallway, he felt chilled.

Three days later, Vera Yves was discharged from the hospital, Hannah Hayes came to pick her up. As they reached the hall, Cecilia Vaughn and Samantha Warren approached them.

Cecilia Vaughn walked straight to Vera Yves, "Quite the coincidence, we are being discharged the same day. My flight is early tomorrow morning, tonight Winston is throwing me a farewell party; would you like to come?"