CHAPTER 18: BRUCE ANDERSON, WILL WE GET DIVORCED?

Just as expected, with the Anderson family’s support, Ethan Dalton’s methods instantly became much more brutal. In just one week, he obtained all the evidence of the Tyson family transferring assets. In fact, he even brought the evidence of Titus Tyson cheating to the court.

During the court hearing, when the Tyson family saw evidence after evidence and photo after photo rolling out, they were reeled off their footing.

They had been very discreet in these things, and it had been very difficult for anyone to figure this out, unless, of course, it was the people supporting Halle Holt.

As she looked at Ethan Dalton, Titus Tyson had an uneasy feeling appear in his heart.

He hoped that it was not what he was thinking. Because how could Halle Holt be involved with the Anderson family?

After the first session, the Tyson family asked for a recess so that they could get time to bring out new evidence to refute the claims.

Even though the Tyson family had not admitted to the validity of the evidence during the hearing, the things that Ethan Dalton brought out were not things that they could just reject by being vocal.

Just as expected, once they came out of the court, Titus Tyson ran over and pulled Halle Holt to the side. "What’s the meaning of this? I know that I’ve wronged you, but how did you get those photos? Hurry up and take down the divorce lawsuit. I can give you the house in West City."

Halle Holt smiled coldly. "Do you think one house alone is enough to return all that you owe? Titus Tyson, you’re just dreaming. I will reclaim all that belongs to me."

"What’s your relationship with the Anderson family?"

When she heard Titus Tyson’s question, which was uttered in a cold tone, Halle Holt smiled. In disdain, she turned her head to the other side, but Spring Watson, who had rushed over, seized the opportunity to slap her.

Slap!

But the slap did not reach Halle Holt’s face. Instead, it coincidentally landed on Hilla Holt’s face, who had rushed over.

Halle Holt was shocked. She broke free of Titus Tyson’s grip and looked at Hilla Holt’s swollen cheek. She said with great pain in her heart, "Hilla, I’m sorry. Does it hurt?"

Halle Holt’s eyes burned with rage. "How could you hit her?"

"And what’s wrong with me hitting shameless wenches like you? Especially you? You haven’t even divorced Titus, and you’ve already seduced the Anderson family. Not bad. Now that you have backup, you decided to come and cause trouble to the Tyson family, right? I’m telling you, Eve is now pregnant with the Tysons’ blood. Even if you don’t want that divorce, you’re going to get it. The Tyson family will not

accept a daughter-in-law as shameless as you. Be a little more sensible and pull back the lawsuit, otherwise, I will make sure that both of you will live miserable lives."

Spring Watson’s harsh and mean voice echoed at the entrance of the court. Halle Holt’s face turned red, and her heart hurt as she looked at the mother-in-law she had always served attentively.

Hilla Holt covered her swollen cheek and smiled coldly. "Mr. Dalton, you recorded how she hit me, right? Take it as evidence and bring it up to court as well tomorrow. Can this be considered as threatening the plaintiff?"

She had not fought back because she wanted the Anderson family to slip up more.

"It does, milady. Don’t worry, hasn’t the madam already mentioned that the Anderson family will naturally help you take revenge for all the wrongs you suffered?"

’Lady?’

Spring Watson and Titus Tyson were both stunned. Hilla Holt was the lady of the Anderson family? It was no wonder why Halle Holt had been able to hire the best lawyer in New Island.

Spring Watson’s expression changed. As she watched them get into the car, she chased after them anxiously. "Don’t go. Tell us what’s going on!"

"Mum, stop chasing after them. Can’t you tell yet? Hilla Holt has connections with the Anderson family, and the Anderson family is supporting her. We won’t be able to get anything beneficial for ourselves this time. We should talk it out peacefully with Halle."

Divorcing peacefully was the best method for them right now.

"How could this be? Hilla Holt is the lady of the Anderson family? Is she the wife of that young master in the Anderson family?"

The Anderson family could be said to be the most powerful family in New Island. If the master of the Anderson family put his foot down, he could make New Island shake.

And they had just hit the lady of the Anderson family... They had basically offended someone powerful!

...

"Ow... Be gentler.

"Don’t touch it. Stop touching it! It hurts, I don’t want it anymore."

With red-rimmed eyes, Hilla Holt moved to the side. Pain flared on her cheek, and she wanted to touch the swollen part, but Halle Holt pulled her hand down.

"Don’t touch it. What if it gets infected?"

Halle Holt had not expected Spring Watson to be so ruthless in her attack. Half of Hilla Holt’s face had become swollen. Halle Holt’s heart ached when she saw it, and she could not help but blame herself with a hoarse voice. "I’m sorry. It’s my fault for being useless. Does it still hurt?"

Hilla Holt had intentionally shouted loudly because she did not want Halle Holt to feel awful. She did not expect to still end up feeling sorry for Hilla Holt.

She shook her head vigorously. "It doesn’t hurt anymore. Don’t be sad, I’m not in pain."

"She hit you really badly. How could it not hurt? I will definitely break ties with the Tyson family and get you out of the Anderson family."

Hilla Holt knew that she was not just casually saying this. Even though she felt that it was a waste for Halle Holt to end her marriage, she still hoped that she could walk out of that cage by herself.

"Halle, don’t worry about me. Once the Holt family stands on its feet again, those people will naturally not dare to bully us anymore. Besides, now that the Anderson family is supporting me, those people will no longer have the guts to even think about bullying us."

Hilla Holt looked naive and relaxed, causing Halle Holt to be unable to help but glance at the still man on the bed. She said gloomily, "I wonder if Bruce Anderson will wake up one day. I don’t want to see you accompanying this sort of person for the rest of your life."

With the Anderson family’s support, Halle Holt’s divorce was imminent.

When Orlenna Organa saw the wound on Hilla Holt’s face, she was so angry that she could not eat much of her dinner.

Hilla Holt spoke a little with Halle Holt at night, then went to bring a bowl of bird’s nest soup to Orlenna Organa. Once she assured her that she was fine, she finally returned to her room.

This room was originally a room with only shades of black, white, and gray. It was a room that was filled with the air of a man, but now, Hilla Holt had long since changed it. The curtains were blue and white, and there was a women’s dressing table in the room. The carpet had been changed to a pale pink shade, and there was a faint fragrance in the air.

The man on the bed was covered by a blue Doraemon blanket, and he was

exceptionally quiet as he slept.

Hilla Holt rolled a heated egg over her face and sighed a little as she stared at Bruce Anderson.

"My sister came over the past few days, so I couldn’t come and keep you company at night. Do you feel lonely? Did you miss me?

"My sister is a good woman. Why did she marry a man like Titus Tyson? Also,

I... am only twenty years old, but I have to take care of you, an old man who can’t even move. Why are our lives so difficult?

"We really do live up to that phrase, ’Beautiful women getting married to people who don’t deserve them...’"

Hilla Holt bit her lip and did not finish the entire sentence. She went on, "My sister wants me to leave the Anderson family and divorce you!

"But the Holt family doesn’t have anything right now. Your mother has promised to give me the Holt mansion, but I haven’t gotten it yet. How am I supposed to leave?

"I really hope that my sister will divorce Titus Tyson soon and get all his wealth."

The girl mumbled to herself and only cared about voicing all her complaints. She did not notice the bedridden man’s eyes rolling a little.

"Say, if I divorce you, how much money will the Anderson family give me?

"Heh... they will definitely not give me a single penny aside from the Holt mansion, right?

"Dream on. I won’t leave until I wring every last cent from the Anderson family dry."

Hilla Holt angrily punched Bruce Anderson’s body, and in the next second, a slight

change happened under her palm to the body under the blanket...

...

"Y-Y-You... How could you be so shameless?"

Hilla Holt withdrew her hand as if she had been burnt. With a red face, she quickly turned around and covered her face. She pointed at Bruce Anderson, who did not react whatsoever on the bed, and mumbled, "Aren’t you supposed to be comatose? W-Why did you react over there?’

Hilla Holt felt like her face was about to get burned. When she thought about what she just touched, she was so shocked that she quickly lowered the hand she had used to cover her face.

There was nothing on her fair and tender palm, but Hilla Holt felt like she had been injured by something. She yelped and ran into the bathroom.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Sometime later, the woman inside shuffled outside.

There was still a faint shade of red on her face as she stared at Bruce Anderson remaining still on the bed. She bit her lip and drew closer to him like a shy wife.

"Bruce, do... do you men still react over there even though you’re comatose?" After Hilla Holt finished asking that question, she felt that the man beside her would not answer her, so she carefully moved to the side of the bed and groped around from the other side.

This time, she did not dare to act presumptuously. Instead, she quietly laid at the edge of the bed and held the blanket tightly without moving.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of their breathing could be heard, but Hilla Holt no longer felt sleepy because of what happened. She sneakily reached out from under the blanket and stared at her hand with the bedside lamp.

After some time, she whispered, "Bruce, we’re a married couple, right? If we’re married, this sort of thing is normal. I’m a grown-up too, so I shouldn’t panic that much, right?"

She comforted herself, and Hilla Holt sighed in relief and turned around tentatively while she stared at the unmoving man in front of her.

Under the light, the man’s contour was incredibly perfect. Even his thin lips gave off a seductive air.

"Say, why do I have feelings for a comatose patient?

"You don’t know anything. I’m the one overthinking things."

Honestly, when she changed his clothes every morning, she could vaguely see that particular part through his clothes, but she had suddenly touched it with her hand today, and she had been truly shocked.

Hilla Holt felt that she did not have enough knowledge of the world and was too young. Once she had lived three to twenty years with Bruce Anderson, she should no

longer feel alarmed in regards to this sort of thing.

"Bruce, do you think we’ll get divorced?" Hilla Holt looked at the man beside her and whispered. The hand that was not under the blanket crept to his face. She tapped the tip of his nose, and in the end, she gained the courage to even draw the outline of his lips.

A few days ago, she had even kissed him.

It was not as soft and moist as she thought it would be. Instead, it was clean and a little hard.

Hilla Holt noticed that she could remember everything about her first kiss last time with him clearly. In fact, she could still remember the scent that lingered around her nostrils.

When she drew closer, Bruce Anderson no longer gave off the scent of someone who had been ill for a long time. Instead, he gave off the faint scent of body shampoo, and it was the same scent as hers.

Now that they had been together for long, their differing scents had become one.

Hilla Holt could not help but giggle. Due to the tiny bit of happiness and excitement in her heart, she could not help but blush again. "We’ll definitely not get divorced! I’ll take care of you for your entire life!"

This Bruce Anderson was good. She could hug him when she wanted to, and when she missed him, he would appear in front of her. When she was sad, she could also rely on him.

No one could take him away from her, and no one could play tricks and slip him out of her hands!