Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 156: I Deserved to Be Cheated On

Hannah Hayes frowned, what’s going on with the Valentines? One after another, they all come running to Vera.

Hannah Hayes adjusted her clothes, intending to say a few words, but then thought about the longstanding discord between Tristan and Winston Valentine. After being in-laws for over three years, they were still unfamiliar with each other, so she decided against it.

Tristan Valentine walked into the clinic, and Vera Yves was a bit surprised to see him, "Mr. Valentine, what brings you here?"

Tristan Valentine glanced around the clinic, politely saying, "Passing by, just thought I’d stop in to have a look."

Vera invited him to sit in the outer hall and went to make tea.

Tristan Valentine looked at the landscape paintings hanging on the walls of the clinic, some of which his father had sent personally years ago.

Vera came out with the teapot and, seeing him engrossed in the paintings, smiled and said, "My grandfather loved collecting landscape paintings before he passed. There are a few in the consultation room that were his favorites."

"May I take a look?"

"Of course." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Tristan Valentine stood up and walked towards the consultation room, with Vera following behind.

"Vera!"

Winston Valentine’s voice came from behind the two of them. Vera turned to glance at him, wondering why he hadn’t left yet.

Winston Valentine strode over, pulling Vera behind him, looking at Tristan Valentine, "What are you doing here with her?"

Tristan Valentine’s expression darkened, "Winston, mind your manners."

Vera tried to pull her hand back, but he was too strong.

Winston turned to Tristan Valentine, sneering, "Is that woman causing trouble again? Who else could make you stir things up?"

Tristan’s face completely darkened, "My affairs are none of your concern."

"Do you think I care?" Winston scoffed, "Do you know what people say about me? Because of you being such a cheating father, I supposedly deserve what I got!"

"Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve done!" Tristan looked at him disappointedly, then turned to Vera, "Miss Yves, please come to the villa tomorrow morning. I have something to discuss with you."

Vera nodded.

Tristan lost interest in viewing the paintings and turned to leave.

Winston seemed relieved, releasing Vera’s hand.

Vera’s palm was slightly damp, surprised that Winston was tense.

"Why haven’t you left?"

Winston snapped out of it, looking down at her, "If you’re not planning to continue practicing medicine, why not close the clinic? Aren’t you afraid living alone in such a big house?"

"That’s my business, not yours."

"Aren’t you afraid of ghosts at night?"

"Winston!" Vera glared at him, "Are you crazy?"

"This old house has been here for years, who knows if before..."

"Shut up!"

Winston was about to say more when Vera pushed him, shoving him outside the clinic, shutting the door with a bang.

Although it was a Siheyuan, Vera only lived in the front section, the back rooms were all locked, the clinic had security doors, and the windows and doors were locked at night, with a high safety level.

Besides, the clinic was in a bustling area, with people coming and going every day, so how could there be ghosts?

Vera lay in bed with her eyes closed, the street outside extraordinarily quiet tonight, so quiet she could hear the faint rustling of the wind brushing against the windows.

Scenes from horror movies she had seen before flooded into her mind, and Vera pulled the blanket over her head, mentally cursing Winston’s ancestors.

Early the next morning, Vera rushed to Hillside Villa, and Tristan Valentine noticed she looked unwell, casually asking, "Not feeling well?"

Vera shook her head, "Didn’t sleep well last night."

"Actually, I came to see you yesterday about Rae’s matters."

Vera hadn’t expected that just yesterday morning she had visited Rae, and by noon Tristan was already aware.

"No worries, Mr. Valentine. I won’t say a word that I shouldn’t."

Tristan glanced at the stairway, "If you tell her the truth now, do you think she can handle it?"

Vera shook her head, "Still no clues about your daughter?"

"When Cleo was separated from the child, the child was very young, and she was taken away. It’s been nearly thirty years; the hope of finding her is slim."

"No clues at all?"

"Cleo had sewn a small toy for the child, hiding it among her clothes." Tristan looked at Vera, "Perhaps by the time the child was adopted, the toy was already thrown away."

With that said, it did seem like finding a needle in a haystack.

Vera went upstairs, telling Cleo Sutton what they had discussed earlier, "Rae is indeed taking care of a friend, who is also an orphan and without care. Rae can’t leave, but she’s promised to video call with you every week."

Cleo Sutton smiled at Vera, "Thank you, Dr. Yves."

Cleo Sutton’s smile was gentle.

Vera dared not meet her eyes, knowing she was telling a kind lie, yet thinking that perhaps this lie would accompany her to the grave, and she might never see her biological daughter in this lifetime; Vera felt a bit uneasy.

Returning to the clinic, Vera inexplicably felt as if someone had been there.

She looked around the environment, seeing everything was as it was when she left. She checked carefully, confirming nothing was missing.

Sitting in the chair, Vera angrily thought it was all Winston’s fault; otherwise, why would she become so paranoid?

Linda Young called, inviting her out for drinks. Vera wasn’t keen on drinking but didn’t want to stay alone in the clinic with her paranoia, so she gladly went.

When she arrived at the private room, she saw Zoe Monroe and Linda Young arm in arm, singing love songs together.

Zoe spotted Vera enter and immediately let go of Linda, sidling over and grabbing Vera’s arm, "Vera, when I invite you, you don’t come. But when Linda invites you, you show up. Does that mean she’s more important to you than I am?"

Looking at Zoe’s flushed face, Vera then turned to Linda, "How much has she had to drink?"

"Not much, only five glasses!" Zoe protested, looking aggrieved, "You could just ask me, why ask her? Whatever you ask, I’ll tell you!"

Zoe moved closer, "I hit him and cursed him already! Vera, would you forgive him just this once?"

Vera naturally knew who she meant by "him," and gently nudged her, "You’re drunk."

"I’m not drunk!" Zoe pouted pitifully at her, "Vera, he’s been working day and night, or drinking, recklessly. Even if you don’t forgive him, could you advise him a bit? I’m really worried if he keeps this up..."

Zoe’s eyes reddened, "He’ll just drop dead."

Vera’s heart skipped a beat.

Linda hauled Zoe away, angrily saying, "What, Vera loved him for so many years, and now, he makes a mistake, doesn’t apologize, doesn’t make amends, and Vera should go to him? What does he take Vera for?"

Zoe blinked, not daring to say more.

The three drank some more, and Zoe was completely drunk. Linda had also had quite a bit. Vera still felt relatively sober, supporting one on each side as they left the private room.

Zoe kept burrowing into Vera’s embrace. Linda pushed her, "Get away from Vera, you Monroe!"

The three of them staggered forward, encountering a group of people coming their way, led by a man supporting a woman.

When Zoe saw Vera stop, she stopped too. Following Vera’s gaze, upon seeing the man opposite, she sobered up significantly, "Theodore Xavier, are you cheating on me?!"