Chapter 114: Chapter 114

"I just..." Vivian Miller was about to explain, but her gaze swept over to Victoria Sinclair, who was casually eating, completely uninterested in her mention of Ethan Vaughn and Nathan Austin, the only one affected was Eugene Vaughn.

In relationships, the one who loves deeply is always the one who gets hurt.

The one who doesn’t love just remains indifferent, unconcerned.

Vivian Miller was fuming, gritted her teeth as she stood up, turned around, walked to the sofa, picked up her bag and left with large strides. When she reached the door, ready to go out, she turned back to Eugene Vaughn and said, "Eugene, don’t forget what your dad said."

After saying that, she slammed the door and left.

The dining table fell silent.

Charlie Spencer and Miles Shaw exchanged glances.

Victoria Sinclair kept her head down, chewing meat, feeling inexplicably melancholy.

She’s not the kind of woman who meddles in other people’s affairs but cares about what Vivian Miller just said.

What did Eugene Vaughn’s dad say to him?

Victoria Sinclair knew Harold Vaughn’s character very well—anything that could be used by Vivian Miller to threaten and warn must be serious.

The atmosphere at the table was somewhat dull, which greatly affected the mood and appetite; Victoria Sinclair didn’t want Vivian Miller’s presence to ruin everyone’s enjoyment.

She summoned her courage, raised the juice cup unprecedentedly, "Let’s toast, in advance, to wish you all a Happy New Year."

The three were surprised, looked at Victoria Sinclair for a moment, shared a knowing smile, and raised their glasses to clink together.

"May everyone be happy in the new year," Charlie Spencer spoke enthusiastically.

Miles Shaw said, "Let’s gather again on New Year’s Day, sister-in-law can bring along Angela Austin."

Victoria Sinclair didn’t know whether to respond or not to this call of sister-in-law.

She had already told them just now not to call her that again, knowing Miles Shaw was being deliberate.

She took a deep breath, no longer correcting him, "Let’s discuss it when the time comes."

Eugene Vaughn smiled faintly, his eyes bright like the wind and moon, clear and gentle.

After finishing the juice, the dining table’s atmosphere became lively and relaxed.

Following Charlie Spencer’s lead, they chatted about interesting topics.

Vivian Miller had already gotten into a taxi after leaving the community, but she was still fuming, gritted her teeth and pulled out her phone, dialed a number.

In an instant, the phone connected, Vivian Miller immediately cried, choked up and said, "Nathan, please help me once more, I beg you, help me one more time."

"What’s wrong?" Nathan Austin asked.

Vivian Miller sobbed, "Victoria Sinclair is back, she’s clinging to Eugene Vaughn again, they’re divorced but not living separately, I’m going crazy, I really can’t take it anymore."

"You’re overthinking it, I know Victoria Sinclair, she won’t go back..."

"I don’t care, please help me once more, thoroughly this time, marry Victoria Sinclair, please?"

"You know I’m an advocate of no marriage and no kids."

"Whatever you want, I’ll satisfy you, just help me this time, I’ll open a top hundred hospital nationwide for you, it can be documented in an agreement."

Nathan Austin fell silent, and contemplated...

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Eugene Vaughn and Charlie Spencer were tidying up.

Victoria Sinclair and Miles Shaw sat in the living room eating fruit, mangoes cut by Eugene into bite-sized pieces, very convenient.

"Sister-in-law, why is Angela Austin ignoring me?" Miles Shaw asked quietly.

Victoria Sinclair took a deep breath, awkwardly smiled, "Can you call me Victoria Sinclair?"

"Using the full name, it’s not very respectful."

"Victoria is fine too."

"Too intimate." Miles Shaw glanced towards the kitchen, lowered his voice, "I’m afraid Eugene will be upset."

"Just like Vivian Miller, call me Miss Sinclair."

"That’s too distant."

Victoria Sinclair sighed, no longer insisting.

Miles Shaw leaned towards Victoria Sinclair, bent over, quietly continued to ask, "Sister-in-law, what type of man does Angela Austin like? I sent her WeChat messages, but she doesn’t answer. I asked her out over ten times, not once successful. Does she really hate me?"

Victoria Sinclair shook her head.

Victoria Sinclair examined Miles Shaw, looking at his handsome appearance, unwilling to hurt him but had to tell him the real reason so he wouldn’t hold onto hope.

"Angela thinks you are too good-looking."

Miles Shaw was stunned, "Shouldn’t that be my advantage?"

"She thinks you look better than women, like you’re a pair with Eugene Vaughn."

"A pair?" Miles Shaw didn’t react for a while, was dumbfounded for a moment, angrily stood up with his voice raised several decibels, "Damn it, don’t you know me? And don’t you know how straight your husband is?"

Victoria Sinclair was startled by his excited emotions and shrank back.

Eugene Vaughn rushed over and pushed Miles Shaw back two steps with one hand, his expression cold, "Who are you swearing at?"

Miles Shaw came to his senses, quickly bent over and apologized, "Sorry, sister-in-law, I wasn’t angry with you, I was angry with Angela Austin, it’s a misunderstanding... Eugene and I are both straight men, we’d rather break than bend."

Eugene Vaughn didn’t know what they were discussing, turned to look at Victoria Sinclair, puzzled.

"It’s alright," Victoria Sinclair replied calmly.

Miles Shaw breathed a sigh of relief as Charlie Spencer came over, hastily said, "We’ll head back first, let’s meet up next time."

After speaking, he dragged Charlie Spencer out, afraid of staying too long and angering Eugene Vaughn.

Once the door closed, the living room instantly quieted down.

Victoria Sinclair walked over to Eugene Vaughn, "I also need to go back, can you get my bag, please?"

"No," Eugene Vaughn slowly rolled down his sleeves.

Victoria Sinclair took a deep breath silently cursing: Rascal.

She usually responds to soft words rather than force, without a word directly turned and rushed into his room.

The room wasn’t big but bright and tidy, items placed neatly, even the bedspread had no wrinkles.

She quickly picked up her bag and as she turned, noticed a fleeting glance at the photo on the nightstand, paused abruptly after walking two steps.

Stunned for two seconds, she turned to look at the photo.

A delicate album framed her photo.

Upon closer inspection, she was certain she’d never taken that photo before.

Judging from the scene and dynamics inside, it appeared more like it was secretly photographed.

The photo showed scenes below a mountain covered with grass and yellow wild chrysanthemums, she wore a black long coat, hands in her pockets, slightly tilting her head, eyes closed enjoying the winter sun, even from her side profile, one could see her mood was great at that moment.

Victoria Sinclair’s mind quickly recalled and finally remembered this place.

This was during the first year of her marriage with Eugene Vaughn, going back home to spend New Year with her grandparents.

Feeling no sense of belonging in that home, she often went out for walks.

This place was far from the village, she clearly remembered going out alone at the time and hadn’t noticed Eugene Vaughn following her, or taking secret photos.

Following her, secretly photographing her was already unbelievable.

Now, after "having an affair" leading to a divorce for half a year, he still kept her photo on the nightstand.

At that moment, she felt a tingling on her scalp, goosebumps rose all over her body, her heart pounded rapidly.

The sound of the door closing came.

Victoria Sinclair snapped back to reality, looked at the door, only to find Eugene Vaughn came in, slowly closing the door.

She felt panicked, at a loss for what to do, "What do you want?"