Chapter 133
Even if he had no desire to marry her, he would still need to obey Elizabeth. There was nothing at all to worry about.
“Why did Thomas call you? Is it regarding the wedding?” Rachel was gently brushing her face, massaging it with a jade roller.
“The wedding is canceled.” Tiffany, seemingly aggrieved, went and sat down on the couch. Her eyes, filled with anger and reluctance, were reddened.
In response, Rachel immediately stopped her massage and put aside the jade roller, staring at her daughter who was about to burst into tears. “What‘s the matter? Why did he do that out of nowhere?”
“How would I know? That Veronica b*tch may even be the one causing it!”
“Veronica shouldn‘t have the power to meddle in a marriage in the Kings Family.” Floch shook his head. “It must be more complicated than it seems, so don‘t look too much into it. Even if Matthew doesn‘t want to get married, we still have Old Mrs. Kings. So all you have to do is visit her more often,” he comforted his daughter and let out a deep sigh.
“Yes, your dad‘s right. All of Bloomstead knows that Old Mrs. Kings is dying to have a great–grandchild. It‘s only a matter of time until she finds out about the one inside you. Don‘t you know who‘s the powerholder in the Kings Family?” Rachel shook her head. Although she sounded rather scornful, she was actually concerned for her daughter.
“I know that. That‘s why I‘m going to see Matthew before visiting the Kings Residence.” Tiffany grabbed a piece of tissue and wiped her tears. If she hadn‘t known about Elizabeth being their last card, she would have been throwing a tantrum in her room, falling extremely depressed, before she went downstairs.
Ring... ring... All of a sudden, Floch‘s phone on the table rang, to which he grabbed it and answered the call. “What is it?” – vonia
“What? She was set up in Almeida?”
“Who did it?”
“Go see to it now, fool!”
Onis having blurted a few simple sentences, Floch ended the call and turned around with his gaze brushing over Tiffany and falling onto Rachel. With a frown, he claimed, “I was informed that Veronica falling into a river in Almeida some time ago was actually a set–up to kill her off.”
“Yeah, didn‘t you guys know?” Tiffany peered at her parents in confusion.
“How did you know?” Floch and Rachel quizzed in unison with their eyes fixated on
Tiffany.
“I overheard Thomas‘s phone call a few days ago, and knew about it by accident,” Tiffany answered honestly. Although she knew Veronica accidentally fell into the river, and was washed away by the violent flood, she did not know the entire thing was orchestrated.
With a strict glare, Rachel hesitated for a moment before asking, “You have no hand in this, do you, Tiffy?”
“What? Of course not! If I were to go against her, I‘ll make sure she has no chance to survive in my scheme. Lucky her!” Tiffany scoffed. She would give up pretty much everything to have Veronica dead.
“Listen to me, Tiffy. No matter what happens, do not lay a finger on Veronica.”
“Why not? You‘re not trying to protect her, are you, Mom?”
“You nuts? You‘re now Matthew‘s fiancée, and Veronica is Old Mrs. Kings‘ recognized god–granddaughter. If you dare touch Veronica, the entire Kings Family will be alerted. Imagine how long it‘s gonna take until you and Matthew finally get married.”
“I‘m aware of everything you said, or I would have made a move on her.” Tiffany tossed the tissue in her hand into the rubbish bin and turned toward the door. “I‘m gonna go see Matthew. Bye–bye.”
Right now, her most important mission was to utilize the child in her abdomen as leverage to reel Matthew in as soon as possible; she would give anything to accomplish said mission. She put on her shoes in the entryway and grabbed the car keys before driving out of the residence.
The sound of the car engine gradually waned, and when it completely dispersed, Rachel looked at Floch with a complex, knowing, and ambiguous look. “It seems Tiffany really didn‘t do it. But who else would be targeting her? Have you found it out?” she hastily interrogated her husband.
Floch took a puls of the cigarette between his fingers and shook his head. “We have vento find the person. But I was told that Matthew is looking into it as well, so perhaps…” He froze for a second with his cigarette between his fingers before looking back at Rachel with an insecure frown. “It seems… the inevitable has come.”
Done with her work in the Konig Company, Veronica bid her farewell to Xavier. “I‘m leaving, Bro.”
Xavier, who was preoccupied by his tasks, saw her standing by his office door and paused on his work. “Where are you heading to? Let me send you.”
“It‘s okay. I‘m visiting Old Mrs. Kings today.”
“I‘ll send you. I have nothing left to do anyway.” After organizing the files on his desk, he got up and walked toward her. “It‘ll take almost one hour to get to Kings Residence from here. You sure you wanna take the cab?”
Take the cab? Veronica didn‘t intend to take the cab and was actually planning to ask Matthew for a ride. However, after wondering for a while, she finalized that it wouldn‘t be too much of a burden to Xavier since she would be leaving Bloomstead very soon. And so, the two took the elevator downstairs. After acquiring some fruits, she got into Xavier‘s vehicle and they began their trip to Kings Residence.
On their way to Kings Residence, Veronica, sitting in the passenger seat, fell into deep contemplation, leaving the mood in the car rather quiet, to which Xavier would peek at her from time to time.
He suddenly asked, “Does Matthew know you‘re going back?” Xavier wasn‘t exactly informed about the relationship between Veronica and Matthew. All he knew was that her initial resentment for Matthew had developed into adoration so deep that she chose to live with him regardless of the marriage engagement between him and Tiffany. But earlier, out of nowhere, she just decided to leave Bloomstead. Is it due to the realization that her love for Matthew is going nowhere because of his marriage with Tiffany, or is it due to the alliance between the Kingses and the Larsons that will soon be established that will bury her hopes of revenge? With two possibilities in his mind, he couldn‘t settle down with either.
“Yeah, I told him.”
“What did he say?”
“Tsk, what do you expect? ‘Oh, he‘s begging me to stay. You think he‘d say that? It‘s
not like I mean anything to him.” Veronica scoffed. Initially, she chose to stay by Matthew‘s side solely because Elizabeth liked her, and thanks to that, the man wouldn‘t sit idly by were she in any danger. Nonetheless, as he would soon marry Tiffany, she would no longer have a chance to take her revenge. Thus, leaving Bloomstead had become her only choice. Even if she managed to turn the tables and become Elizabeth‘s legal goddaughter, she would still remain a pawn of Matthew‘s. Knowing what she was approaching to be a road of no return, she had no desire to end up as a sacrificial pawn on somebody else‘s chessboard without even getting her revenge. Thus, safety became her priority.
Although Veronica‘s reply came as a surprise to Xavier, it was somewhat reasonable. “When are you planning to leave?”
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“Next week, I guess. My father‘s birthday is in a few days. I wanna go home and celebrate it with him.” Besides, her foster father was already sixty–three. If she didn‘t spend more time with him, none could tell how much longer her old man had left.
“What a good daughter.”
“Yeah, I know right? Hahaha!” Veronica raised her head and chortled. The mood in the car quickly grew merry.
JIB
Shortly after, they arrived at Kings–Residence. When Xavier‘s car stopped, Matthew‘s car was driven over and parked right beside it.
