Ch. 276..280: Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother Chapter 276-280

Chapter 276

"Besides, if I want to learn how to be a good wolf, I can always ask Uncle Vernon! He is a big bad wolf!" Mackie stated, which prompted a visualization in Chloe's head.

She imagined Vernon teaching Mackie how to be a good wolf, with both of them wearing wolf costumes while howling, trying to outdo each other.

'Okay, that's funny, hihi!'

"Mommy— Mommy!"

"Ah— yes?"

"What are you thinking about, Mommy?" Mackie asked. "Why are you smiling?"

"It's nothing, dear," Chloe replied lightly. "You should ask your Uncle to teach you how to be a good wolf. Maybe he will teach you how to howl!"

"Really? I can do that?"

"Yes!" Chloe snickered. "But don't be mad if he can't do it. He is very busy, remember?"

"Un! I will ask Uncle when he is free!"

After Chloe and Mackie finished making the bed, Chloe grabbed Mackie's hand and said, "Let's go up. Uncle Vernon must've been waiting for us to have breakfast."

"Wait, we can eat with Uncle now?" Mackie asked excitedly. She was still in bitter rivalry with Uncle Vernon, especially after the pancake accident.

But eating with Uncle was a lot more fun than eating alone!

Chloe smiled, she thought Vernon must've been in a good mood after last night, so there was no harm in having breakfast together. Since he wouldn't explode and yell in front of Mackie.

Mackie and Chloe went up to the penthouse and saw Vernon sitting patiently at the dining table. He was wearing an oversized shirt and jogger pants.

"Whoa! Uncle!"

Mackie rushed towards his Uncle's side to hug him. Vernon was unresponsive, but he watched as Mackie walked to him, asking for a hug.

"Uncle, hug me!" Mackie requested.

"Why are you so sticky today? So suspicious," Vernon frowned. But he still picked Mackie up and hugged her for a second before sitting on the next seat.

Mackie was pissed because Uncle didn't seem so happy with their small reunion. She crossed her arms and snorted, "Hmph! Uncle is still the same big bad wolf! You're sweaty and stinky too!"

Chloe's body stiffened in an instant. She glanced at Vernon, who was also as awkward.

"T—That's because I just had an exercise! You see my biceps?" Vernon raised his arm and folded it to show his muscular biceps. "This is because I exercised everyday!"

"Hmph! That's because Uncle is being fed by Mommy's food! Mackie can do that too once I get older!" Mackie claimed, much to Vernon's annoyance.

Because he had to hit his private gym at least 4 times a week just to maintain his physique. After all, he was a big eater. If he didn't transfer the food into muscle, he would be fat in only a year.

"You need to work hard to have this bicep!" Vernon continued bickering, not wanting to lose against a seven-year-old girl.

"Then Mackie will work hard! I will be a big bad wolf like Uncle too! So I can protect Mommy before Uncle eats her!" Mackie claimed boldly.

"Okay, you two. Stop bickering and have your breakfast," Chloe finally broke off the argument because Vernon and Mackie had similar personalities. If no one separated them, they would continue to argue for a whole day.

Chloe put the banana-apple juice on the dining table, "Eat slowly, okay? We still have plenty of time."

Vernon and Mackie stared at the delicious pancake with cream in front of them, then looked at Chloe, stood a few inches away from the dining table and smiled at them.

Vernon and Mackie had the same thing in mind and spoke simultaneously, "Where is your breakfast?"

"Ah— I—I'm not hungry," Chloe replied. "You two should eat first. I'll clean the kitchen."

Chloe was about to turn around and leave, but Vernon grabbed her wrist before she could do that.

"Wha-!" Vernon yanked Chloe to his side and forced her to sit on his lap.

"V—Vernon—"

"You need to eat," Vernon said seriously. He knew that Chloe was suffering from bulimia. She was also alarmingly thin, much to his grievance.

Thus, he vowed to never let Chloe skip her food as long as Vernon was around.

"Mommy, you need to eat! You can have Mackie's food too!" Mackie said as she pushed her pancake towards her Mommy, who sat on Uncle Vernon's thigh.

Vernon glanced at Mackie and pushed the food back to the little girl, "Not you too. You need to eat. Don't you say that you want to be as strong as me? That means you need to eat a lot."

"But Mommy—"

"I will feed her with mine," Vernon said.

He wrapped his hand around Chloe's waist to make sure she didn't escape, used his free hand to start digging the pancake, and then offered it in front of Chloe's mouth, "Open up, Chloe. You need to eat."

Chloe was embarrassed. This wasn't the first time Vernon forced her to eat.

He did it once in his office, shoving food into Chloe's mouth and forcing her to eat.

It was hard to swallow so much food, but surprisingly, she didn't feel the retch in her stomach. She kept eating repeatedly, and as long as she was spoon fed by Vernon, she would eat without a problem.

Which was strange for her.

"Come on, eat up," Vernon nudged Chloe's lips with the spoonful of pancake. His hawk-like eyes were staring at her deeply, but she sensed no hostility in him, and he didn't mean to intimidate.

After knowing the now-adult Vernon for a while, Chloe realized that Vernon's eyes were just intimidating for almost everyone, even if he didn't mean to.

Vernon patiently nudged Chloe's lips until she opened her mouth and ate the pancake. She munched slowly and glanced at Vernon, who was smiling at her.

"See? It's not that hard to eat," Vernon said. He continued scooping a big slice into the spoon and waited for Chloe to finish munching and swallowing the pancake. Then he nudged Chloe's lips with the spoonful of pancake again.

"I—I'm full…." Chloe replied weakly.

"No you're not," Vernon insisted. "You're going to eat or we're going to get stuck like this for a whole day."

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"I—I'm full…." Chloe replied weakly.

"No you're not," Vernon insisted. "You're going to eat or we're going to get stuck like this for a whole day."

Chloe was speechless.

She never expected Vernon to take this seriously. His eyes kept staring at her, waiting for Chloe to open her mouth again.

'Why is he so fussy about this though?' Chloe asked herself. 'It's not like my eating disorder will affect him anyhow.'

'Is it because I'm unpleasant to look at?' Chloe wondered.

She understood that she might not be beautiful because she was paper thin right now, but that was better than her being fat.

Because when she was fat, Vincent humiliated her over and over, imprinting the idea in Chloe's mind that a fat woman was not worthy of love, despite her weight gain being caused by pregnancy and childbirth.

'Either way, he doesn't need to go this far just to make sure I eat, right?'

Meanwhile, Vernon had a different idea in his mind;

'Come on, eat more. I really want to fatten you up, so you can get healthy and I can use all the condoms you've stocked.'

'Fuck, I'll make sure to eat you clean every single night and feed you in the morning, so we can do it again and again,' Vernon thought. He started thinking about a few positions they could try together, and his cock started hardening again.

Vernon quickly warded off the thought, afraid that his erection might be too obvious. It wasn't proper, especially when Mackie was here.

Thus, with his one-track mind on the goalpost, Vernon continued persuading Chloe to eat.

Chloe was about to refuse again, but then she saw her daughter Mackie looking at her with hopeful eyes.

"Mommy, please eat. You'll make Mackie happy if you eat!"

…

Unable to bear the guilt of being watched by her daughter, Chloe finally opened her mouth and ate the pancake again.

She felt like a baby being spoon fed. It felt weird, especially when the man spoonfed her was the little boy she used to spoon feed when he was a kid.

Yet, this weird stuff was proven effective because Chloe continued eating without needing to puke anything. She ate like a normal human, and she didn't understand why.

'Why am I only eating well when I'm being spoon fed by Vernon like this? Is this some kind of weird fetish?' Chloe asked herself.

Mackie's eyes were glimmering with happiness. She always pitied her Mommy, who puked anything she ate, but whenever she asked about it, Mommy always replied that it was normal for her.

However, once she saw Mommy eating well when being fed by Uncle Vernon, Mackie realized that Mommy could eat like her too!

Her small mind concluded that;

'As long as Uncle Vernon is the one who feeds Mommy, then Mommy can be big, strong, and healthy too!' Mackie was overjoyed by the new finding.

She slapped Uncle Vernon's arm, and Vernon turned his head towards his little niece, "What?"

Mackie pushed the glass of her banana-apple juice towards Uncle Vernon's side of the table and said, "Mommy should drink my banana juice! Uncle, make Mommy drink this!"

"D—Dear, I made that for you…." Chloe tried to refuse, but Mackie didn't want to listen.

"No! I can drink banana milk from the fridge! But Mommy needs to drink my banana-apple juice so Mommy can grow big and strong!"

Vernon chuckled and glanced at Chloe, stunned by Mackie's idea, "Hear that, Chloe? That means you need to eat and drink a full breakfast before I can release you, and we will do this every day, by the way."

Chloe swallowed her saliva. She didn't know whether she should be happy or not. She was relieved that she could eat like a normal person, something she hadn't experienced for at least four years.

But at the same time, she imagined herself being spoon fed by Vernon every day and felt weirded out by the notion.

'Aren't I supposed to be the one who took care of him? How could the table turn like this?'

Chloe might be feeling complicated right now, but Vernon was more than happy once he realized that Chloe ate at least half of his pancake for breakfast and half of the banana-apple juice offered by Mackie, which was already a lot since Vernon was a big eater naturally.

Vernon finally loosened his grip around Chloe's waist and allowed her to escape.

Chloe got up from Vernon's lap slowly. She felt sluggish after eating and drinking so much. She didn't feel nauseous, though, but she didn't have the energy to do another activity other than sitting down.

Thus, Chloe was forced to sit on the dining chair and watch Mackie and Vernon, who were busy resuming breakfast, since they were assured that Chloe was eating well.

Vernon finished his breakfast quick because he was genuinely hungry after only eating chicken noodle soup as dinner last night, and Mackie glanced at her Uncle a few times before chirping;

"Uncle, you can't eat Mackie's pancakes!"

"Wha—"

Mackie covered her plate with her hand and glared at her Uncle. She was like a small wolf guarding her hunt, "I will share with Mommy, but not with you!"

"W—Who wants to eat your pancake anyway? Am I a pancake thief or what?"

"You are a pancake thief!" Mackie accused loudly. "Uncle stole my pancake before, remember?"

"Ah—" Vernon remembered the first time he encountered his feisty little niece, and they were fighting over a plate of pancakes.

Mackie pushed her pancake away from Uncle Vernon, afraid that her Big bad Uncle would steal again, much to Vernon's annoyance.

Chloe giggled and tried to get up despite feeling too full, "I will make another one for you, Vernon."

"No need!" Vernon stopped Chloe. "Just sit there and rest until you don't feel bloated. You've eaten a lot for breakfast today."

"But, you're not feeling full, right?"

"I can grab a snack on my way, or I can just call Diamond," Vernon said. "Just make sure to cook two portions for lunch."

 

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"I can grab a snack on my way, or I can just call Diamond," Vernon said. "Just make sure to cook two portions for lunch."

Vernon got up from the chair and headed to his bedroom to prepare himself for work. He picked the formal outfit that Chloe had prepared on the sofa and entered his room.

Mackie finished her pancake and drank the rest of the banana-apple juice before jumping off the chair. She walked towards her Mommy and hugged her waist;

"Mommy, I'm so happy today!"

"Really? Because you ate with Uncle Vernon again?"

"Um… that's one thing. But seeing you eating a lot makes me really happy! You can eat Mackie's food as much as you want, Mommy!" Mackie said. "I feel really sad when I saw you eating so little. So if you can eat like this everyday, you will make Mackie happy everyday!"

Chloe was stunned by her daughter's statement. It was so innocent and warmed her heart.

She knew that Mackie was a smart little girl, but she didn't expect Mackie to be so compassionate.

She always thought that her daughter was simply a little girl who was ignorant of everything.

But it didn't seem to be the case because her daughter could sense the distress and depression that Chloe had experienced so far.

'Ah, I'm about to tear up….'

Chloe rubbed her daughter's head carefully and replied, "Then Mommy will try to make you happy every day."

"Yayyy! Mommy is the best!" Mackie tiptoed and kissed her Mommy's cheek before going down to prepare herself for school.

Chloe stared at the dirty plates on the dining table, and a smile slowly bloomed on her lips, "Ah, I feel so peaceful right now. Is this what it feels like to have a complete family?"

Chloe lifted her gaze and stared at Vernon's bedroom door, "To have a man who loves me tenderly. It feels like heaven…."

**

Chelsea threw herself on the bed after a long day at school. She had so much headache right now.

She was dealing with a lot in life currently. She was overworked and underpaid as an elementary school teacher, and her mother's health started deteriorating because of that whore Chloe's actions.

Usually, she could handle those two problems, but things worsened after she had a fight with Chloe in the grocery store a few days ago.

Because her four sons acted weird after the incident.

They became distant and looked at Chelsea— their own mother as if they were looking at a monster that would eat them.

They became quiet and rarely bugged Chelsea for the most random topic ever, something they used to do before that accident.

In short, they simply became reluctant to get close to their mother, and the more Chelsea saw this, the angrier she got over time.

Chelsea was staring at the ceiling fan while lying on her bed. She gritted her teeth and blamed one woman for making her life even more difficult, "It's all because of that whore, Chloe. She's trying to taunt me until I'm angry and lashed out at her!"

"She's a manipulative whore. Why did Vincent married her in the first place? Obviously, he is too good for her!" Chelsea complained. "There are a lot of better women for him. A strong woman who can handle him and support his work!"

One thing that kept bugging her was that Vincent decided to settle down with Chloe.

Chelsea knew that Chloe was gorgeous when she was young. But that shouldn't be a reason for Vincent to marry her because Vincent was the Master of the Gray family. He could even marry a supermodel if he wanted to!

Chelsea had to admit that her resentment towards Chloe stemmed from the fact that Chloe dated and married the best bachelor ever, Vincent Gray.

Chelsea saw him for the first time when Chloe brought Vincent to their shabby apartment, and she was instantly awed by his look.

Vincent had that handsome and gentle aura. Chelsea's heart was beating like a drum whenever Vincent smiled at her.

p He even spoke like a real gentleman, soft-spoken towards Chelsea's family but firm and could be harsh to his chauffeur or bodyguard.

He was the perfect man for Chelsea— and for many women in this world.

His eyes were only for Chloe, no matter how many times Chelsea tried to strike up a conversation to warm up her relationship with Vincent, but that perfect man kept mentioning Chloe in their conversation, giving no chance for Chelsea to crawl inside his heart to replace Chloe's position.

Thus, a seed of jealousy towards her little sister sprouted in Chelsea's heart, which would bloom into an ugly flower as time passed.

'This is all because she doesn't let me have my chance. She kept occupying Vincent, even though I already hinted that I want to have my chance to be with him as well!'

Chelsea knew it was childish of her to throw a tantrum at this age. She was already 36, yet her love and worship towards Vincent never dissipated.

But she would go insane if she had nobody to blame, especially when she had to work and care for her sick mother, four sons, and Tommy— her husband. He was barely earning any money since he was working odd jobs outside.

She hated everything, especially because she wasn't married to a rich man like Vincent. Thus, she had to bear living in poverty, barely able to cover her family expenses.

If it hadn't been for Vincent's generosity in giving her family an allowance every month, they would be living in the street now.

"Ah… if only I can have a perfect husband like Vincent Gray. My life would've been a lot easier and happier," Chelsea said. She started imagining Vincent's face on the ceiling, smiling at her with his gentlemanly smile as he called her name—

Ding-Ding!

Chelsea snapped out of her daze when she heard her phone's text ringtone. She grabbed her phone to check the sender, and her expression brightened when she saw the name.

—

From: Mr Handsome Vincent.

—

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Ding-Ding!

Chelsea snapped out of her daze when she heard her phone's text ringtone. She grabbed her phone to check the sender, and her expression brightened when she saw the name.

—

From: Mr Handsome Vincent.

Good evening, Chelsea.

Mom said you had a fight with Chloe in the grocery store a few days ago. Are you okay?

—

Chelsea's cheeks reddened as she read the text, a smile bloomed on her lips, and all the gloomy clouds hovering above her head were swept away instantly.

Mr Vincent Gray, the billionaire and the Master of the famous Gray family, personally sent her a text to ask about her condition.

Well, this wasn't the first time. Vincent texted many times in the past, but that was all because he asked about Chloe.

Vincent constantly monitored Chloe whenever she visited her family's house and always chatted with Chelsea to ask for an update.

Chelsea couldn't help but get jealous most of the time, but chatting with a handsome billionaire was like a dream come true, so she helped Vincent take pictures of Chloe in the house.

As long as there was no man other than Tommy in the house when Chloe and Mackie were visiting, Vincent would be happy and send some money to Chelsea as a reward.

Thus, despite chatting many times, this was the first time Vincent texted her to ask about her condition, not Chloe.

Chelsea was thinking of a proper answer for a while until she typed;

—

To: Mr Handsome Vincent

p I'm okay, Vincent. Thank you for asking.

It's Chloe who taunted me first, saying that I'm just a poor woman who doesn't deserve to shop in the same grocery store as her.

Then she was also the one who attacked me first. I was just defending myself and my four sons!

You should see their expression, that bitch— my sons are terrified of her!

—

Chelsea sent the text and waited for an answer for at least fifteen minutes, but there was no notification coming in.

She was disappointed. She really thought that Vincent would ask more about her condition. It would definitely make her happy for a whole week if he sent another text to her just to encourage her.

She sighed and threw her phone in the drawer beside her bed. She closed her eyes, wanting to rest for an hour at least.

'But I still have to clean the house and cook dinner for Mom and the kids…' Chelsea thought. She also remembered the unfinished laundry because she barely had enough time to wash them.

'Ah, my life is so difficult. What did I do wrong to have such a hard life?' Chelsea complained. 'Why can't I have Chloe's life? She is living a great life with Vincent. She has huge mansions, maids, chauffeur, expensive car, and to top it all off… She has a perfect husband, rich, understanding, and gentlemanly.'

'Maybe that's why she became a fat shit a few years back, it's because she became so lazy and wasted Vincent's money for expensive food! What an ungrateful bitch, ugh!'

The more Chelsea compared her life with Chloe, the more she felt the growing resentment in her heart. And the resentment grew over time, turning into blind hatred towards Chloe.

"Vincent is single now, but what could I do? I'm not young anymore, and I have four kids. If he ever moved on from that whore Chloe, he'll probably marry a younger woman from his elite circle instead," Chelsea said. "Ah, why can't I have my happiness? I want Vincent to marry me instead…."

Chelsea continued lamenting about her fate until her phone rang from a call.

She clicked her tongue annoyedly and grabbed her phone, "Is it Tommy? What does he want this time? Another pocket money because he hasn't earned enough?"

Chelsea checked the caller's name and her eyes sparkled once more. Her body shook out of excitement for a second, and she quickly answered the call;

—

"Good evening, Chelsea."

Chelsea heard the soft but manly voice of a man on the phone. She was about to jump out of happiness, but she tried to hold herself and stammered, "H-h-h-hello, Vincent. Good um… evening…."

"You sound nervous, are you okay?" Vincent asked out of concern. "Are you outside? Be careful, it's already dusk."

"N—No, I… I'm in my house. I was just shocked because you called me…." Chelsea replied shyly.

"I see. I was shocked when I read your text, so I thought I should call you to check your condition," Vincent replied in his gentle tone. "Did you get hurt somewhere when fighting with Chloe?"

Chelsea paused for a second, thinking whether she should lie or not.

But her answer would affect Vincent's favorability towards her.

The truth was… Chelsea suffered no scar, no internal injury, nothing…

Because she knew that Chloe didn't attack her at all. All Chloe did was yanked Chelsea's hair to stop her from attacking. Chloe also tried to cover her face with one hand to defend herself.

'If I told him the truth, he would think that I'm the one vicious one…' Chelsea thought. 'In my defense, I attacked her because she keeps taunting me. She keeps acting like an angel in front of the kids, even though I know that she is laughing at me in her head!'

Thus, Chelsea had to change a bit of the story to fit the narration for herself;

"Well… I don't have a visible injury. But she punched me a few times in my stomach. I've been feeling pain on my left flank because of the attack. I kept telling her to stop, but she refused until the security separated us…."

"I see…" Vincent's voice became solemn instantly as if all the gentle and warming voice Chelsea had heard before was just an illusion to charm her.

"Then, I will have to take responsibility as her husband. I will cover for the damage and injury, since she is the one who attacked you," Vincent said. "I will send you ten thousand dollars, is that enough?"

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"Then, I will have to take responsibility as her husband. I will cover for the damage and injury, since she is the one who attacked you," Vincent said. "I will send you ten thousand dollars, is that enough?"

Chelsea almost jumped out of fright when she heard the amount of money.

"W—What is that for?" Chelsea asked nervously.

"Hm? For compensation, of course," Vincent still replied solemnly. The more their conversation continued, the more pissed off Vincent sounded in Chelsea's ears.

"My wife has hurt you. Of course I have to give you compensation for the injury," Vincent explained. "Is it too little? I can double that amount if you want."

"No need! That's more than enough!" Chelsea replied.

Of course, she could ask more from Vincent, and the billionaire wouldn't even bat an eye for the amount.

But she didn't want to be seen as a gold digger, despite wanting more. But that amount should be enough for her family— no, for herself at least.

She could use that money to treat herself to nice things, right?

"Okay, my secretary will send the amount to your bank account. Once again, I apologize for my wife's action, and please take care of yourself, okay?" Vincent said, with his tone returned to his normal gentlemanly self.

"T—Thank you, I didn't expect you to give me so much money…." Chelsea said.

"It's fine. You can use the money to take care of your family, or maybe treat yourself a bit? After all, you're a housewife. I know how difficult it is to take care of a family. That's why I never yelled at Chloe when she messed up."

Vincent's words were like rain that wet her dry heart. Her married life with Tommy had been so dry over the years. Tommy didn't give her enough money and not enough attention and gratitude for all the sacrifices that Chelsea gave for him.

'Ahh… Vincent is so sweet. He is so gentle and understanding to his wife. It's just that bitch Chloe who doesn't know how to be grateful!' Chelsea kept on cursing at Chloe in her head. It was one of her favorite activities right now.

Chloe had fallen out of favor. She ran away from Vincent because she was a whore who wanted to taste a new dick.

That narration made Chelsea feel better because now she knew she was better than Chloe.

"Okay then, I'll hang up now. I still have work to do, please take care. Bye."

"B—Bye, Vincent, thank you for the money…."

Beep.

Chelsea waited for about five minutes when she got the notification from her mobile banking that she had just got ten grand from Vincent.

"Damn, he is serious about compensation…." Chelsea checked her bank account twice to ensure she saw it right.

"He's such a gentleman, hihi~," Chelsea giggled as she rolled on the bed joyfully.

She felt like a teenager being pampered by the richest boy in her school!

"If only I could have him all by myself. My life would be a lot easier. I can be rich without needing to work, and I have a handsome husband who would pamper me every night, kyahh!" Chelsea squealed like a teenage girl out of excitement.

Chelsea continued rolling around until she stopped abruptly, "Wait— Chloe has run away from Vincent. If Vincent still loves her, he will eventually move on, right?"

"That means I might… I might have a chance on him!" Chelsea stated. She knew the chance was slim because Vincent could always find a more suitable woman outside.

"But Vincent is a perfect man. He is very loyal to Chloe. So if he falls in love with me, doesn't that mean he will devote himself all for me?"

The idea of being Vincent's wife started seeping into Chelsea's mind. She started imagining all the splendor she could have if she had married Vincent.

Thus, after a not-so-careful consideration, she said, "Okay, I need to take a careful approach so I can crawl into Vincent's heart and make him forget about that whore!"

After being certain of her plan, Chelsea started imagining Vincent kissing her gently while whispering many sweet things in her ear and giggling like a mad woman.

**

Beep.

Vincent hung up the call with Chelsea after getting some information from her.

He clenched his phone until the veins around his hand were showing. His previously gentle expression turned really ugly to the point that he wanted to chew someone for dinner.

"That lying bitch…." Vincent cursed in a low voice. "Did she really think I would believe her? Chloe is a submissive woman by nature. She will never attack anyone, and she will never taunt someone, especially not her own family."

Vincent naturally knew many things about Chloe since they were husband and wife. She knew her habit and how much she loved her family.

Initially, he contacted Chelsea to gain more information about their fight. He wanted to use the fight to make Chelsea, and her family hate Chloe even more.

But he didn't even need to try to break them off.

Because Chelsea slandered his wife so hatefully, that triggered a new mood in Vincent's heart.

He felt… angry.

Really angry.

He didn't understand how he could develop this feeling of anger and annoyance upon hearing the slander from Chelsea's mouth. But right now, he wanted nothing other than ripping that bitch's mouth for speaking shit!

Vincent tried to curb his unreasonable anger, but he couldn't. His heart was burning with anger, so he went to the bathroom to wash his face and cool himself.

Vincent stared at the mirror and gritted his teeth when he realized the feeling of anger hadn't dissipated at all.

"Why are you feeling angry, huh?" Vincent asked himself. "Shouldn't you be happy that everyone hates Chloe now? She will have nowhere to go, and will eventually return home."

"Isn't that what you want, Vincent Gray?" Vincent waited until the anger subsided, but he couldn't. He got even angrier because he might have… just a little… wanting to protect Chloe.