Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 357: He Didn’t Touch Me, But I Have to Go Back

May didn’t want Vincent to know about this, so her face looked extremely unpleasant. She abruptly reached out and pushed Victor Grant, feeling somewhat annoyed, "Can you leave first?"

Victor Grant noticed her expression wasn’t right and knew she was angry, so he said awkwardly, "There’s no point in hiding it from him, he’ll find out sooner or later, right?"

"Get out!" May’s head was about to explode. Why did Victor have to act like this? Vincent just woke up, why was he telling him these things?

Seeing May genuinely upset, Victor didn’t dare provoke her anymore and turned to leave the ward.

Finally, the ward quieted down, and May walked back to Vincent’s side, looking at him with a complex expression.

"I’m sorry, I’m going to marry Victor Grant. The wedding is in five days..."

Vincent sighed slightly, looking up at May’s tearful face, carefully asking her, "Do you love him?"

May shook her head hesitantly, tears suddenly streaming uncontrollably down her face, "I don’t love Victor Grant, but I owe him. He helped me back then, and his parents have been very good to me. I promised him I would spend my life with him. I’m sorry, Vincent, I’m truly sorry..."

Suddenly, May collapsed at the foot of Vincent’s bed, crying loudly, "When I called you that day, I actually wanted you to stop me, but you didn’t go. Later, Victor and I went to France. When Jacob came to intercept us, I found out you had a car accident. I struggled, tried hard, but I owe Victor. I have no choice, Vincent. I’m sorry. I can’t betray his affection for me, nor can I betray the kindness his parents have shown me."

Vincent sighed helplessly, his eyes shimmering, as he gently patted May’s head, speaking in a low tone, "I missed my chance with you. I shouldn’t have treated you like that."

"It’s not your fault. I only found out later that everything you did was for my own good. I’m sorry, Vincent, I misunderstood you. If you had let me know your feelings sooner, I wouldn’t have gotten involved with Victor. I would have chosen to stand by your side."

"How could you have understood? I was afraid you wouldn’t leave, afraid you’d stay, so I didn’t dare let you know about all this."

Vincent looked at the girl in front of him with a heart full of pain, looking at this woman he loved with all his life, suddenly feeling a bit bitter inside.

He tried his best to keep her safe, but in the end, he still lost her. Was it because it wasn’t meant to be? Or had he not worked hard enough for her?

"May, I really want to take you back from Victor’s hands, but I’m also afraid you’ll hate me. What should I do?" Vincent looked at May with a conflicted heart, carefully asking her.

May looked up at Vincent, and when she saw the deep love in his eyes, her heart suddenly felt sour, "I haven’t consummated the relationship with Victor. He respects me a lot, but I still have to marry him. I told him that as long as he doesn’t do anything to wrong me, I won’t divorce him. I will be his wife."

Saying this, May suddenly sighed in resignation. She slightly got up, bent down, and gently kissed Vincent’s forehead, smiling with relief, "Seeing you’re okay puts my heart at ease, Vincent. Remember, you’re the man I love most in this life, always."

When leaving the hospital, May’s mood was not very bright. Victor tried to talk to her, but she had an indifferent attitude.

He knew that her heart was still with Vincent. When Vincent was in a coma, her heart was not with him. Now that Vincent had woken up, she held even less regard for him.

Although they were about to get married, with Vincent waking up now, would May’s thoughts be wavering? And Vincent, he liked May so much; would he willingly hand her over to him?

At that moment, a murderous intent suddenly rose in Victor’s heart. He felt that when it came to May, only one of them could remain in this world.

"There seems to be a milk tea shop up ahead. Why don’t we have some milk tea?" Seeing May still not interested in responding, Victor quickly parked the car in front of a milk tea shop, pulling May inside.

And coincidentally, the milk tea shop they came to was the same one May and Adam Owens used to frequent.

May looked up at the familiar milk tea shop and suddenly remembered Adam, who was still lying in the hospital. She quickly pulled Victor, suggesting, ’I don’t want milk tea anymore, how about we go see Adam?’

Victor looked at May with an expressionless face, "You just left one old flame, and now you want to see another, is that it?"

Before he could finish complaining, he noticed May’s face suddenly turning awful, scaring him into shutting up quickly, "Alright, alright, I won’t say more, okay? If you want to go, then go, but you’ll have to wait a bit!"

May looked at him puzzled, not understanding what he was planning, but saw Victor suddenly take out his phone and call one of his former subordinates, "Wyatt, bring a few brothers to the hospital with me. Don’t bring any weapons, just bring more people to make a presence."

Hearing that he wanted to bring a bunch of people to the hospital, May’s face instantly darkened. Was he going to visit or to start a fight? Was he still upset about what happened with Adam’s grandmother?

"Enough, if it’s like this, I’ll go by myself. Don’t follow me!" May, angry, pushed Victor, wanting to catch a taxi.

Victor quickly chased after her, apologizing with a fawning tone, ’Alright, alright, if you don’t want me to bring people, I won’t. I’m just trying to make you look good, you know?’

May rolled her eyes at him with an expression of disbelief, "Are you making me look good or making a fool of yourself?"

"Alright, alright, you’re the boss. I’ll listen to you, alright?" Victor really had met his match; he had never compromised this much for anyone. But when it came to May, no matter how angry he got, he could only swallow it back.

Thus, Victor reluctantly drove May to the hospital where Adam was. Just as they arrived in the underground parking lot, before they even got out of the car, they saw that Adam’s family’s camper had just arrived in another parking spot.

People stepped out of the camper quickly, with Audrey Vance directing the servants to unload a wheelchair from the car, complaining to Maxwell Vance inside the car, ’Can’t you listen to the doctor who told you not to move? Why must you come? It’s just extra trouble, isn’t it?’

Maxwell, in a deeply aggrieved tone, replied to Audrey, "I’m just concerned about Adam’s injury. I’m his wife; he’s injured and in the hospital. How can I not come to see him?"

Recently, Audrey had been worn out by the family issues, and her temper had worsened, "Can’t you see your condition? You still need care yourself and yet you’re coming to care for Adam? Isn’t it just for show?"