Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 410: Then Hate Me If You Must

Heather Holt was so infuriated by Victor Grant that she suffered a surge of blood to the heart; therefore, after being taken to the hospital, the doctor found the issue manageable with a bit of examination, and a few days on an IV drip would take care of it.

But May Morgan’s situation was different. Ever since Logan Vance fed her the medicine, her body had inexplicably failed to recover. Instead, it grew weaker and weaker. By the time Vincent Vance brought her to the hospital, she didn’t even have the strength to get out of bed.

The doctors couldn’t find the cause. Initially, they suspected it was due to the anesthetic used, but anesthetics have a time limit. In May’s case, her body should have already processed and eliminated the anesthetic. Why then was her condition worsening with no signs of improvement?

Looking at May, who remained in a comatose state on the bed, Vincent Vance, feeling helpless, followed the doctor’s advice and drew some of her blood for testing.

The testing results came back quickly, and when the doctor handed Vincent the bizarre test sheet with a furrowed brow, Vincent instinctively took a sharp breath.

The results showed an alarmingly high white blood cell count. The doctor said that with such a count, her temperature should be soaring to over forty degrees, or even fifty, which was absolutely abnormal.

Vincent tried to feel May’s forehead in disbelief, finding it to be at a normal temperature with no sign of fever. He checked her armpits too, and everything was fine—nothing like someone burning with a high fever.

This was odd. Though May showed no outward signs of fever, why were her blood’s white blood cell levels so high?

Jacob Jennings, standing beside them listening silently, suddenly recalled how May’s temperature had shot up past fifty degrees after Mr. Landry unleashed the power of the Dragon Insect within her. Nearly killing her in the process, he cautiously approached Vincent and reminded him, "Young Master, after the Dragon Insect’s power was unleashed that night, May had a persistent high fever, but her surface temperature returned later. I wonder if her blood’s high temperature is due to the presence of the Dragon Insect?"

Vincent turned to glance at Jacob, then spun back, his brows knitted as he stared at May’s still-comatose face, contemplating something.

After quite a while, Vincent suddenly clenched his fist, turned to Jacob, and said, "Prepare a plane immediately. I’m taking May to Crestwood!"

"What? Now?" Jacob was startled by Vincent’s words. He turned to look at the darkening sky outside and urged Vincent with a sigh, "It’s so late. It won’t be easy for a plane to take off. Why not observe for the night, and if May doesn’t improve by morning, we can take her over then?"

Upon hearing this, Vincent stubbornly shook his head, "No, May may seem calm now, but inside, there’s an undercurrent raging. She could erupt at any moment. I can’t afford to waste time waiting; no one knows what might happen next!"

Jacob, somewhat helpless, told Vincent, "I know you’re worried about May’s safety, but we’re not ready at all in Crestwood. Going there now would be reckless. I’m afraid we’d face a complete failure!"

"But..."

Before Vincent could speak, Jacob resolutely promised him, "How about this, I’ll drive to Crestwood immediately and get everything ready with the people you need in the shortest time possible. Just wait for me a day or so, and once things are prepared, you can take May over. How about that?"

Vincent looked heavily at Jacob, then at May, and finally sighed and nodded in agreement, "Alright, I’ll leave it to you."

Never fight an uncertain battle—this was Vincent’s abiding principle. Though deeply worried for May, he had to ensure an absolute victory before taking her along; otherwise, it would only backfire.

Seeing Vincent finally nod, Jacob wasted no time and quickly exited the hospital room. Just as he left, Victor Grant found out about May’s room and burst in.

He didn’t care if May was still asleep. He pushed Vincent aside, bent down, and was about to lift her out of the room.

Seeing Victor carry May away, Vincent panicked immediately, "What are you doing? Can’t you see May hasn’t woken up?"

Victor cast a disdainful glance at Vincent and sneered, "Of course I know. I don’t need you to remind me. But May is my wife; it’s not your place to take care of her."

Speechless, Vincent glared at Victor and grabbed his arm, trying to wrest May from him, "Victor Grant, there are things you don’t understand, and I don’t want to discuss them with you. Put May down now!"

Victor punched Vincent in the face, angrily retorting, "Don’t give me that crap. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking? May is mine. If you want to take her from me, get past me first!"

Saying this, Victor shouted at the doorway, "Someone, beat this bastard Vincent to death for me!"

Victor was well-prepared this time. As soon as his words fell, six or seven burly bodyguards wielding clubs and knives rushed in, surrounding Vincent.

Vincent, having been too preoccupied with May’s condition, hadn’t brought any bodyguards. With Jacob already gone, he was now a solitary figure.

But despite the overwhelming odds, Vincent couldn’t let Victor just take May away like this.

Because she was too dangerous!

"Victor Grant, I don’t want to fight with you, but you really can’t take May away. She’s in danger now."

"You’re the one in danger. You better think of a way to protect yourself first! Hit him!" Victor sneered, and as he retreated with May from the room, he immediately ordered his men to start attacking Vincent.

Coincidentally, the noise around woke May, who looked around in surprise when she saw herself cradled in Victor’s arms.

"Victor Grant, what are you doing?" May, too weak to break free from Victor’s grasp, didn’t want Vincent to suffer and quickly scolded Victor with all her might, "Don’t touch Vincent, or I’ll hate you."

"Then go ahead and hate. This time, I wasn’t the one who started it," Victor replied with disdain, holding his head high as he carried May away.

"Let me go, you bastard!" May became anxious, hurriedly biting Victor’s arm until it bled.

"Even if you bite me, I’m not letting you go. You’re my wife now. Anyone who dares touch you, I’ll have them dead!" Victor didn’t intend to escalate things with Vincent to this extent, but Vincent had overstepped. Crashing his wedding to snatch the bride and infuriating his mother enough to end up in the hospital—this was a blatant insult. If he didn’t give Vincent a bloody lesson, he might as well quit the scene entirely.