Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 198: I’m Not Afraid of Her

"How many times have you had an abortion?"

Stella Valentine looked composed, "Once."

Vera Yves’ face darkened, "If you don’t tell the truth, I can’t help treat your illness."

"Alright, twice."

Vera released her hand, "Get out of the car."

"Just three times!" Stella gritted her teeth and said, "Really, just three times!"

Vera switched to her other hand, "Where do you feel uncomfortable now?"

Stella asked suspiciously, "I’ve already told you, why are you still diagnosing?"

"Are you here for treatment or to cause trouble?"

Stella lowered her patience, "I just feel discomfort down there, but I’ve been to several hospitals for check-ups, and the results all showed nothing wrong. However, whenever a man touches me, I become completely stiff."

"After your last abortion, the procedure wasn’t cleaned thoroughly." Vera withdrew her hand, "And with your health condition, it will be difficult to have a baby in the future."

"I want you to help solve the problem of me becoming stiff whenever a man touches me."

"You do need to purify your mind and have fewer desires right now," Vera diverted her gaze, "First solve the problem I mentioned, then we can talk about the rest later."

"Vera, are you messing with me?"

"If you can’t even follow doctor’s orders, there’s no need to come to me in the future." Vera glanced at her, "Get out of the car."

Stella angrily glanced at her, opened the car door, and got out.

Not long after Vera left the Valentine Family’s old house, she received a call from Hannah Hayes, "Vera, Mia attempted suicide!"

Parking the car by the roadside, Vera gripped her phone, "Was she saved?"

"I just got the news too! Your dad and I are heading to the hospital, Mark is still unreachable!"

Vera hurriedly arrived at the hospital. Mia was still in the same ward, her wrist wrapped in thick bandages. Her face was pale, and she was still unconscious.

"She somehow heard about you giving money, and she couldn’t reach Mark, so she..." Mia’s mother wiped tears from the corners of her eyes, "She’s our only daughter, what use is money if she’s gone?"

Mr. Tate had a grave expression, "We don’t want your money, we just want you to find Mark and have him stay with Mia, even if it’s just for a chat."

"Rest assured, this is our fault," Harry Yves said apologetically, "As soon as Mia is discharged, we’ll have them get married immediately."

Hannah Hayes glared and tugged at him.

The Tate couple exchanged glances, "We should wait for Mia to wake up and hear her opinion."

After leaving the ward, Hannah Hayes couldn’t hold back her anger any longer, "Harry Yves, what do you mean by this? Do you not know why Mark left home?"

"Mia’s lower body is paralyzed because of him, and now she’s attempted suicide. He must take the responsibility he should bear!"

"Take responsibility? Does getting married equate to taking responsibility?" Hannah Hayes’ face turned stern, "A million! They’ll never see that much money in their lifetime! Isn’t that responsible enough?"

"Money, money, money, let me ask you, if when Vera was pregnant back then, the Valentine Family had given us some money to have her get an abortion, how would you feel?"

"How is that the same?"

"How is it different?"

"My daughter is beautiful and outstanding, marrying Winston Valentine is a bargain for him!"

"Isn’t every daughter the apple of their parent’s eye?"

"Is your son a weed? Doesn’t his happiness matter?"

"Why didn’t he think about his happiness when he was racing cars?"

Back at the Yves Family, Hannah Hayes was still fuming. Vera clung to her arm, acting cute, "Mom, wasn’t it to climb up to the Valentine Family that you wanted me to marry Winston?"

"I don’t care if he’s Winston Valentine or Winston Warren, he slept with my daughter and got her pregnant, he must take responsibility!"

Vera’s eyes were slightly red.

"It’s only right for Winston Valentine to be filial to me as my son-in-law," Hannah Hayes looked at Vera, stroking her cheek, "I gave him my precious daughter of over twenty years; he should be grateful."

"Then why do you still want me to endure?"

In fact, throughout those years of marriage, she always felt like a pawn of the Yves Family trying to attach to the Valentine Family, and had even resented Hannah Hayes for placing her in a world she didn’t belong, making her suffer from disdain. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"A husband and wife are supposed to tolerate and give in to each other, right? Look at your dad, he wants to decide everything for Mark alone. If I didn’t endure, I would’ve argued with him at the hospital."

"Mom, thank you for being my mother."

Hannah Hayes pushed her away, unable to take it, "That’s so cheesy; I’m your mom naturally, what thanks do you owe me? As long as you stop giving me a headache, I’d thank the heavens and earth."

That night, Winston Valentine video-called Vera. Seeing her in a good mood, his exhausted body seemed to regain energy instantly.

"Why are you so happy?"

"I just suddenly figured some things out."

"What things?"

She didn’t have to think about things that never concerned her anyway; she’d been Vera Yves for twenty-eight years, with a loving family, supportive friends, and... a less-than-perfect lover.

Her gaze drifted over to the man in the video, his profile perfectly chiseled, his deep eyes full of affection as he looked at her.

Seeing Vera didn’t answer, Winston said unhurriedly, "Could it be that you’ve figured out that you’re going to remarry me?"

The smile faded from Vera’s face, "That’s not a funny joke."

"Do you know, this afternoon, I got called to the old house by grandma and got scolded for two hours," Winston looked forlorn, "which is why I’m still working overtime at the company."

Vera chuckled, "Scolding you for two hours means grandma’s health must be recovering well."

Winston smiled wryly, "Can’t you care for my fragile young heart?"

Vera looked at him disdainfully, "Stop playing the pitiful card. You keep working overtime; I’m going for a shower."

"Just in time, I need to relax a bit. I don’t mind video-chatting while you shower."

Seeing the man in the video straighten himself, leaning against the sofa, his eyes eagerly locked on the camera, Vera blushed and cursed "pervert" before ending the call.

The next morning, Vera went to Hillside Villa and successfully brought Cleo Sutton out of the villa.

However, Tristan Valentine had arranged a special car to transport the two and assigned seven to eight bodyguards.

Vera first took Cleo to meet Rae Rhodes. Cleo went in for a private conversation with Rae, and whatever they talked about, Vera didn’t know, but Cleo came out looking noticeably more pale.

"If you don’t want to see Melinda Shelby, we can head straight back to the villa."

Cleo smiled, "Dr. Yves, don’t worry. She can’t hurt me, and I’m not afraid of her."

The two got into the car, and Cleo watched the scenery outside the window with amazement, "It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such lively scenes."

"If you want, you can come out for a spin often in the future."

"Actually, Tristan didn’t restrict my freedom," Cleo smiled at her, "It’s just that with the prolonged treatments, I was resistant to stepping out, always feeling out of place in this world."

Vera held her hand, "I understand you; many people with illnesses feel some level of inferiority."

The car stopped outside a café, and Vera wheeled Cleo inside. Melinda Shelby was already waiting there, and Vera found a spot by the window to wait.

Melinda looked at the frail and withered woman in front of her, elegantly sipping her coffee, "Doesn’t touching you make Tristan Valentine sick?"

Cleo didn’t answer her question; she just looked at her calmly, "Why did you want to see me?"

Melinda pushed a photo in front of her, "I found your precious daughter for you."