CHAPTER 398: CHAPTER 398: MY BROTHER IS ON THE VERGE

Like him, although he was forced to drive May Morgan away before, it’s hard for a heart that’s left to return. Even if May finds out his good intentions, the situation is as it is; how can she come back? How does he want her to come back?

Maxwell Vance wiped the tear stains from his face, looked at his brother with some complexity, and quietly asked him, "You still can’t let go of that woman, May Morgan, can you?"

Vincent Vance knew that Maxwell’s relationship with May Morgan was always tense, so he casually said, "Many things are past and should be left there, no need to mention them again."

He didn’t want to bring them up, but Maxwell kept clinging to this matter, unwilling to let go. Today, she came to find her brother with the intention of discussing May Morgan.

To make her... go to hell!

"It’s the past, but those you’ve loved, they’re like memories etched on your heart; how can you forget them easily? Brother, stop pretending. I can see your attitude towards May Morgan; I can tell from the lingering look in your eyes."

Vincent Vance looked up at Maxwell, suddenly feeling her words seemed to have an air of enlightenment, and with a laugh, asked her, "Why did you suddenly bring up May Morgan? Did you decide not to hate her anymore?"

Maxwell Vance gave a slight smile, her fingers tightly clenched as she hypocritically said to Vincent, "I’ve figured it out. Lying in bed, I thought a lot. I did many things against May Morgan before; she retaliating against me wasn’t wrong. At least my child is still here, but her child..."

At this point, Maxwell unknowingly looked up at Vincent and then cautiously asked, "Brother, does May Morgan still hate you after she knows you didn’t mean to cause the child’s loss?"

Vincent Vance shook his head wistfully and sighed, "She probably doesn’t hate anymore. She came over last night, removed the poison from my body, and we talked for a long time. She said she doesn’t hate me anymore but has commitments to Victor Grant she can’t give up, so she must marry."

Maxwell seriously looked at Vincent’s face and deliberately enticed him, "Actually, you’re still unwilling, right? I can tell, May Morgan is unwilling too, isn’t she? Since neither of you is willing, why don’t you go and bring her back?"

Bring her back?

Vincent Vance had thought about it, but if he did that, the consequence would be pushing May Morgan into the spotlight, and whether he could protect her fully was unknown.

"Your brother isn’t as spirited as he used to be," Vincent chuckled bitterly, stood up, rubbed Maxwell’s head, and said softly, "Besides, I have more important things to do. Instead of bringing her back, I hope she can be happy for the rest of her life."

Seeing her brother about to leave, Maxwell quickly stood up from the chair and exclaimed, "So you’re not planning ever to be with this woman again, right?"

Vincent paused, but stood still, he never thought of giving up May Morgan, but he hopes she can freely choose.

If she feels being with Victor Grant will make her happier than with him, then he is willing to be the person supporting from behind, choosing to love her from the shadows for a lifetime.

"Given that, why not have a drink with me? After tonight, your beloved woman will marry another man. As your sister, I’ll say nothing to persuade you, just accompany you for a drink!"

With this, Maxwell went to the wine cabinet, brought a bottle of red wine, and two goblets, signaling the nearby servant to open it, filling the two glasses.

Vincent Vance worried about alcohol affecting the fetus and quickly went over to snatch the wine from Maxwell, glaring at her, "Don’t you know you’re pregnant? Still drinking?"

Maxwell mischievously smiled, intentionally acted spoiled with Vincent, "Then why don’t you drink it for me? I’m here to talk with you, keep you company. You won’t let me drink? Then I’ll watch you drink, okay?"

Vincent helplessly glanced at her and finally sat down opposite her, "Only I can drink; you’re not allowed to touch any alcohol, understand?"

Maxwell hadn’t planned on drinking anyway; her fetal position was unstable and usually avoided walking whenever possible, how could she dare to drink recklessly, risking her life?

The purpose of this was to compel Vincent to drink, because only by getting him drunk could she proceed to the next step of her plan.

"Brother, drink. I’ll watch you drink and let you vent all the grievances in your heart tonight. I’ll help ease your sorrow," Maxwell said innocently, looking at Vincent.

Vincent was defenseless against his sister, reflecting on tomorrow’s situation, he sighed deeply, picked up the red wine in front of him, and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing this, Maxwell quickly refilled it for him and urged, "They say a drunken state eases a thousand worries, get drunk tonight, and when you wake up tomorrow morning, everything will be over!"

Yes, everything is over. After tonight, your beloved woman, your troubles, I will sort them out for you clearly. By then, don’t thank your sister!

Vincent, being urged by Maxwell to drink one cup after another, drank until he was completely unconscious.

Maxwell pushed the already sleeping Vincent, called him a few times with no response, knowing he was truly drunk, and quickly had someone help him into the bedroom to rest.

After tidying everything up, Maxwell glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already past ten at night. Traditionally, the bride and groom shouldn’t meet on the eve of the wedding, meaning May Morgan should not be with Victor Grant at this time.

Thinking of this, a sinister smile unconsciously appeared on Maxwell’s face.

She grabbed Vincent’s phone, turned around, left the bedroom, found a secluded spot, and then dialed May Morgan’s number.

May Morgan was sitting before the mirror, gazing lonely at her image in a wedding dress. Tonight was the eve of the wedding; according to custom, Victor Grant would go to the Grant Residence and come to get her for the wedding tomorrow morning, so tonight, they weren’t meeting.

Her phone had always been on the dressing table; she picked it up, put it down, picked it up again repeatedly, several times wanting to call Vincent, but feared that if she did, she’d lose control and rush back to him.

The basic bottom line in her heart kept restraining her; leaving now would be utterly immoral. If she did this, she’d never be able to face the Grant Family or face anyone.

She’d become an immoral woman, a despised woman, someone who couldn’t lift her head in society.

But she missed Vincent so much. This late at night, she wondered what he was doing? Would he feel sad for tomorrow’s wedding?

Just as she held her phone for the fifth time, hesitant to call Vincent, it suddenly rang with Vincent’s number showing up.

Seeing Vincent’s number flash across the screen, May Morgan was momentarily stunned, thinking she was mistaken. But trembling, she rubbed her eyes and ultimately confirmed it wasn’t a dream.

He really did call her!