Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 456: Who Is Mr. Drake, Really?

"You? You have a way?" Heather Holt looked at May Morgan in astonishment, somewhat disbelieving, and said, "The doctors have said there’s nothing they can do, what can you do?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

May Morgan couldn’t promise Heather Holt that she could definitely heal Victor Grant since everything was just speculation and only by trying could they know if it was possible.

"I’ll give it a try. It’s better to have a method than none at all!"

May sighed slightly and turned to Vincent Vance, who was standing by, saying, "Vincent, can you help Aunt Jennings wait outside?"

Vincent hesitated for a moment, then nodded and went over to assist Heather Holt out: "Mrs. Grant, would you please step out with me for a moment."

Heather Holt was still a bit worried and looked back at May: "May, can you do it? With Victor like this, the doctors all say it’s not likely. Don’t hurt yourself trying to save him."

Upon hearing this, Vincent, who had been silent, couldn’t help but look at her in surprise. He knew Heather Holt liked May, but he didn’t expect her heart to be so compassionate.

This woman... no wonder no matter how Victor Grant treated May, she always chose to stay by his side. Just the effort Heather Holt put into May was worth staying for.

"Mrs. Grant, May has thought of a way to save Victor Grant, let her try, and we’ll wait outside!"

With gratitude and shock, Vincent’s tone became much gentler than before.

Soon, Heather Holt was persuaded by Vincent to go outside, leaving only May and Victor Grant in the ward.

May found a sterilized scalpel, aimed at her wrist, and made a cut, letting her blood drip directly into Victor Grant’s mouth.

The blood soon entered Victor Grant’s mouth, and May, fearing the effect wasn’t enough, kept the blood flowing. Since her body was weak now, the wound healed very slowly, and it took a full minute for the wound on her wrist to start closing up.

The blood all flowed into Victor Grant’s mouth without a drop remaining, yet after absorbing the blood, Victor Grant was still in a coma, showing no reaction.

Looking at Victor Grant’s sleeping face, May suddenly felt uncertain.

Was her guess wrong, or was there another problem?

May stared at Victor Grant’s face for a full three minutes but saw no sign of him waking. With no choice, she decided to leave the ward.

When Heather Holt saw May come out, she quickly stood up from her chair in excitement: "How is it, did Victor wake?"

May regretfully shook her head and apologized to Heather Holt: "I’m sorry Aunt Jennings, I couldn’t wake Victor up."

Hearing May say this, the hopeful light on Heather Holt’s face immediately faded, and she murmured: "It’s okay, you did your best..."

She let out a bitter smile, a little dejected, missing May’s body as she turned and went into the ward to continue taking care of her son.

Feeling some heartache, May turned to glance at Heather Holt, seeing her face even more desperate than before, tears involuntarily fell from her eyes.

As things stood, Vincent felt May should give up, so he came over to persuade her: "Since you can’t save Victor Grant, let’s not delay any longer. Shall we head back to Crestwood?"

"Okay..." May looked up at him, and just as she said ’okay,’ she blacked out and fainted.

Seeing May faint, Vincent, who was planning to take her on a direct flight back to Crestwood, had to temporarily put aside this idea.

Knowing May’s condition, he didn’t take her to a hospital but instead carried her back to Zenith Villa.

This time, May’s coma wasn’t very long; as soon as they arrived at Zenith Villa, she awoke.

Looking at the familiar big bed and familiar room, May suddenly became a bit confused.

Once, she used to curl up on this bed, holding her favorite comic book, lounging comfortably while swiping on her phone, with Vincent buying her durian pastries when she was hungry.

Those beautiful days, in fact, didn’t last many days, but they were enough for May to savor for a lifetime.

"How are you? Is your body okay? Do you want to take one of these pills?"

Vincent, fearing May couldn’t hold on and the power of the Dragon Insect in her body might flare up again, quickly poured out a pill given by Mr. Drake and handed it to May.

May looked down at the dark brown pill in his hand and suddenly frowned and asked him: "How much do you know about this Mr. Drake? Why do you trust him like this?"

Vincent was taken aback and, after a while, said softly: "To be truthful, I don’t trust anyone, but he did save your life last night, and so far, I haven’t seen anything wrong with him."

"Really? But I always find him very strange, and I can’t quite say what’s strange about him!"

May shook her head, trying hard to think for a moment, suddenly her eyes lit up, and she looked up at Vincent, saying: "Do you still have that photo album?"

"Photo album? Which photo album?" May’s question baffled Vincent as he asked confusedly.

"The one we brought back from my hometown. I suddenly remembered, there’s a photo of a man in that album, who resembles this Mr. Drake a bit."

"Really?" Hearing May say this, Vincent’s eyes also lit up. Since the album was May’s, he had kept it in a safe for her. Upon being reminded by May, he immediately got up to retrieve the album from outside.

"Is this the album you’re talking about?" Vincent handed the old photo album to May, indicating she should take a look.

"Yes, this is the one!" May accepted the album while quickly flipping through it, relying on her memory.

This album was a collection from her grandmother, usually not shown to others. May had only seen it a few times, and had it not been for Vincent bringing it, she might never have seen it.

"I found it!" May flipped to the family portrait and pulled the old picture out of the album, discovering a small photo hidden inside.

This photo was less than two inches and one of those very old black-and-white pictures. The man in the picture looked about thirty or younger, appearing very youthful, and compared to Mr. Drake’s current age, the difference was quite significant.

May carefully took out the photo, signaling Vincent to take a look: "Look, the man in this photo, isn’t he somewhat similar to Mr. Drake?"

Vincent took a closer look, and indeed, although Mr. Drake now had white eyebrows and hair with many marks of age on his face, upon close inspection, it was clear that the man in the photo was Mr. Drake when he was young.

If this younger photo of Mr. Drake could appear in May’s family album, does it mean he and May’s family are acquainted?