Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 269

Heaton's eyes sank.

A young man?

Listening to Verian's tone, it seemed that she still missed the person who saved her?

"He saved you and didn't leave his name. This indicates that he doesn't want to be pestered by you."

Heaton's voice was cold, and his handsome face became stern. Verian looked at him, feeling amused. "Heaton, are you... jealous?"

After brushing her teeth, Verian was carried out of the bathroom by Heaton.

Heaton snorted softly and said calmly, "Why would I be jealous?"

"You're jealous of the person who saved me. If that person left his name at that time, maybe I'd have a relationship with him."

Heaton disagreed. "He rescued you only out of humanitarianism. He was probably not interested in you and scared that you'd pester him."

"..."

Verian pursed her lips. Although she was not a woman with matchless beauty, she was still pretty and elegant. Could she scare people away?

"Since I am so bad looking, how come you like me?"

"I didn't look at you clearly before. When I saw through you, it was too late to return the goods."

"..."

His words definitely did not mean well, nor they were some affectionate words. However, in Verian's ears, they sounded unexpectedly beautiful.

Was it not that the best romantic love be shared by a blind and a fool?

Verian leaned in his arms, thinking about the fire 10 years ago. She said, "If it wasn't for my savior, I would have been burned to death long ago and I won't be able to meet you. I sometimes imagine that I'd meet him one day. If so, I must thank him well."

Heaton asked, "Why would there be a fire?"

"Back then, I was only 14 years old. At that time, Queena was already married to my dad. During that period, my dad went on a business trip, so Queena was the only adult at home. Our servant then also returned to his hometown to see his partner. I was young at that time, so I was quite naive. Quenna brought Wanelle out for an excursion and I was left at home alone. I didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly, a fire started. Later, as I grew up and thought about this incident, I always felt that the fire was planned by Quenna."

Verian's voice sounded a little sad. Heaton reached out to hug her. He then lowered his head and kissed her forehead. With a hoarse voice, he said, "It's all over. You're Mrs. Fudd now. No one will dare to bully you in the future."

Verian curved the corners of her lips. She raised her face and looked at him. "What if you bully me?"

"I also can't bully you."

Heaton took her little hand and kissed it with his thin lips.

Verian snorted and deliberately said, "But, Xavier will bully me."

Verian was merely making a joke, but out of her expectations, Heaton took it seriously.

The man furrowed his eyebrows slightly. Looking at her with his deep glance, he said in a low voice, "Riana, I don't want to say sorry to you anymore. However, other than saying sorry, it seems that I can't do anything. I can only try to keep my emotions stable to prevent Xavier from reappearing, but I..."

Before Heaton could finish his words, Verian stretched out her white fingers and covered his thin lips. "I'm just joking. I don't blame you. Being sick is not what you want. Even if Xavier bullies me, I'll forgive him. This is because no matter how bad Xavier is, he's still a part of your body. Dr. Jarret said that every patient with a split personality will not split into another personality for no reason. Multiple personalities appear because a person’s inner sadness and pressure have nowhere to vent. When this person can bear it no more, that person will project the suffering to an imaginary personality. Therefore, you created Xavier. There must be a reason for his appearance. Let’s find the root cause and resolve it, shall we?"

Heaton looked at her with his scornful glance.

The 24 year old woman in his arms suddenly grew up a lot. She became a lot more mature.

In the president's office of Fudd Building.

As soon as Heaton arrived at the office, Kush reported to him. "Boss, I found out that Sam actually had a twin sister who looked exactly like her. The two of them never lived together when they were young, and the current Sam, who is still alive, is probably Lucy Joyce, the younger sister of Sam."

Stroking his cufflinks, Heaton's big slender hand paused. He made an analysis. "The person who knows Sam best is Yanni. Even I realize that the current Sam may be a fake. It's impossible that he never realized it."

Unless... Yanni did not want to expose this lie at all.

"Lucy is probably the man behind your car accident. Her purpose is to avenge her dead sister."

"Is there any evidence?"

"Yes, Lucy transferred five million bucks to an unfamiliar account during the period of your accident. The holder of that account is Harvey Xanthos. He should be the one who cut your brake oil pipe. Harvey has a daughter with leukemia, and she has recently completed a bone marrow transplant. He has taken her back to their hometown. I've sent someone to find him."

Heaton nodded slightly. "Don't disclose this matter for now. Sam did die because of me. If possible, I want to make up for it."

"Sure."

"By the way, can you go to the police station to investigate the case about the Mont family's fire 10 years ago?"

Kush was taken aback. 10 years ago?

"Boss cares so much about it because the fire is related to madam?"

Heaton responded softly. He said, "The fire might have been intentional. By the way, madam said that a man in his 20s rescued her. It should be this man who reported the case. The police station should have a record of this person."

"Sure, I'll check it right away."