Filed to story: Billionaire Bride’s Revenge (Vera & Howard)
His anger intensified with every word. In a fit of rage, he snatched the lunch bag and hurled it to the ground. The container inside shattered, and soup splattered everywhere.
Vera’s fury boiled over. She stomped hard on Howard’s foot. Her three-inch heels caused him to wince in pain.
“Argh!” Howard’s face contorted with agony.
But Vera was far from done. With a cold glare, she declared, “Howard Shaw, just seeing you makes me want to puke. I deeply regret ever marrying you.”
Howard could only fume in silence, his eyes locked on Vera as he seethed.
Without allowing him a moment to respond, Vera coldly added, “This is your final warning. If you harass me again, there will be consequences.”
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away.
Howard stood there, brimming with anger and frustration. “You’ll pay for this one day,” he vowed.
Vera didn’t even spare him a glance. With the soup ruined, she resigned herself to visiting Victor empty-handed.
To her surprise, as she approached the door, she could hear voices coming from inside Victor’s ward.
Samuel spoke with respect, “Mr. Adams, I’ve followed your instructions to hype up this matter. Now that our efforts are paying off, should we keep pushing it?”
Victor turned his gaze toward the window, his expression unreadable. “No. It’s already received enough attention.”
“Got it.”
As Samuel was about to leave, he was surprised to see Vera standing by the door. “Miss Montgomery.”
Vera looked at him with a hint of apology and said quietly, “I’m sorry for overhearing.”
Victor, standing by the bed, gave a brief, indifferent nod. “It’s fine.”
Vera took a moment before stepping into the room. Now she understood why the issue had sparked so much online buzz. Despite the post being made in the dead of night, it had triggered millions of conversations.
Victor was behind the uproar.
But why? The Montgomery and Guerrero families had never had any conflicts with him. Could it be because of her?
That didn’t seem possible either.
She kept her thoughts to herself, but Victor’s sharp look suggested he could read her mind.
He spoke in a relaxed tone, “As my partner, if you get tangled up in too much scandal, it could generate negative impacts on us.”
Vera nodded, her face serious. “I get it. I’ll be more careful. I don’t want anything to affect our partnership.”
Samuel watched them with a frown of confusion. The real reason behind Victor’s actions seemed to be helping Vera vent her anger. Why not just say that? The Adams Group was so dominant that not much could truly impact it.
Unable to solve the mystery, Samuel left to follow Victor’s orders.
As Vera turned to shut the door, she gave Victor a look full of regret and apology.
“There was an accident this morning, and the soup got ruined. I’ll make more for you tonight,” Vera said.
Victor looked at her with curiosity. “What happened?”
Vera showed a hint of frustration as she explained, “Howard blocked my path on my way out and broke the thermos.”
She gave a brief summary of the incident.
Victor’s expression turned serious. “Do you need any help?”
“No, I’ve got it,” Vera replied, shaking her head. She knew Victor was swamped with work, and she didn’t want to add to his stress with her own problems. If he kept intervening, it would only lead to more confusion.
Enjoying the pleasant weather, Vera opened the window. A refreshing breeze rushed in, clearing out the lingering scent of disinfectant in the ward.
Just then, the doctor walked in to check on Victor. Vera stood silently, waiting.
The doctor used various advanced tools to evaluate Victor’s recovery. He adjusted his glasses, skimmed through the report, and then spoke to Vera.
“Mr. Adams is recovering well, but his diet needs more variety. As a family member, it’s important for you to keep this in mind. I have a book on dietary supplements that might help.”
Vera was startled, her hand instinctively placed on herself. “Are you talking to me?”
When had she become part of Victor’s family?
The doctor nodded gravely. “The first month after major surgery is a critical recovery period. You need to be very careful.”
Vera nodded, but before she could say anything, the doctor turned and walked out.
Frustration bubbled up inside her as the term “critical recovery period” echoed in her mind.
When she turned, she found Victor watching her with a bemused expression.
She cleared her throat awkwardly. “I’ll address this with them when it’s the right moment.”
Victor shrugged off her concern. “There’s no need to worry about it.”
Vera pressed her lips tight, feeling the weight of growing misunderstandings. Some media outlets had even started calling her Victor’s wife.
She was about to continue when the door suddenly flew open and someone burst into the room.
A figure burst into the room like a tiny torpedo, narrowly missing Vera. She quickly stepped aside to let the young woman pass.
The woman had lovely wavy hair and spoke with a light foreign accent, immediately launching into a tirade.
“It’s been ages since we last met. How did you end up so badly hurt? I heard you took a bullet for a woman. Are you out of your mind? Don’t you value your own life?”
Victor, who was pinned down by her, furrowed his brows. “Get off! You’re on my wound.”
The woman slowly stood up, looking aggrieved after his reprimand.
“I was just worried about you. Why would you talk to me like that? You’re really hurting my feelings.”
Victor lost his patience and retorted sharply, “Talk properly. Watch how you speak to me.”
Unexpectedly, the woman ignored his comment and stuck her tongue out playfully.