My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: President Vaughn Is Back

Although it was his own mother who had died, and Damien Vaughn’s heart was heavy, he just couldn’t believe Cecelia Archer was capable of such a thing.

"Grandfather, just give me some time to investigate and find out the truth..."

"COUGH COUGH COUGH..."

The old man was about to die from fury at Damien Vaughn.

"You’re normally so sharp. How is it that the moment Cecelia Archer’s name comes up, your brain turns to mush? What more is there to investigate? The facts are crystal clear. The police assigned blame in an instant, and you still want to look into it? Are you that desperate to make excuses for her? That was your mother! The mother who went through the hardship of giving birth to you and raising you for twelve years! Is she less important than a woman you’ve only known for a few months?"

"No wonder your mother always said Cecelia Archer was a seductress who’d stolen your very soul. She was right! Damien, you can’t even tell right from wrong anymore!"

But no matter how his grandfather berated him, Damien Vaughn refused to accept his view.

"No matter what you say, I have to go to the scene and see it for myself. If Cecelia Archer really did it, I won’t show any mercy. But if she didn’t... Please, try not to get upset. I’ll be back soon, alright?"

With that, Damien Vaughn shot to his feet.

Seeing that he couldn’t stop him, the old man flew into a rage and began to cough even more violently.

"You unfilial whelp, stop right there! Stop!"

"You wouldn’t listen to your mother, and now you won’t even listen to me. Are you trying to kill me with anger? COUGH COUGH COUGH... COUGH COUGH COUGH..."

Damien Vaughn suppressed the ache in his heart and walked swiftly to the door. ’He knew his grandfather would be fine.’

A whole crowd was waiting outside the hospital room. Even if he failed in his filial duty, others would step in to perform it for him. But Cecelia Archer was another story.

’If I don’t help her, she’s doomed.’

’If she dies, what will happen to Candy?’

His hand was on the doorknob. Just as Damien Vaughn was about to pull it open, the door was pushed in from the outside.

He looked up to see Gwen Morgan’s face in the doorway.

She was wearing a black dress with her hair tied back, a white flower pinned to her sleeve. Her face was bare of makeup, and her eyes were swollen like walnuts, the rims a startling red.

The moment she saw Damien Vaughn, the tears she had just managed to suppress came flooding back.

She rushed forward and threw her arms tightly around Damien Vaughn’s waist.

"Damien, you’re finally back! Your mother... she didn’t get to see you one last time. She was so heartbroken, so full of regret, sob... She was so pitiable, Damien. I’m just so devastated. Why was fate so cruel to her? Why were the people she loved the most always the ones to hurt her? Sob, sob, sob... Why..."

She cried with such heart-wrenching, hoarse emotion that even his aunts in the hallway, hearing her, couldn’t help but feel a sting in their noses.

Indeed, people are truly incomparable.

You give your all to some people, and they just stab you in the back.

Then there are others, merely friends, who grieve for your misfortune as if they were your own daughter. What a world.

Normally, if Gwen Morgan hugged him like this, Damien Vaughn would have pushed her away without a second thought. But now...

Gwen Morgan’s tears soaked through his shirt, her nails digging deeply into his waist and back, but he bore it all in silence.

Gwen Morgan cried inconsolably for a long, long time, only letting go when she was nearly out of breath.

Seeing she was a wreck from crying, Damien Vaughn pulled her into the hospital room and guided her into a chair.

"Don’t cry. Have some water and rest. I’m going to see my mom."

"Don’t!"

Gwen Morgan grabbed him, her voice hoarse and her eyes clouded with tears.

"You’re not ready. Maybe you should go later. The mortuary cosmetologist is... suturing her wounds. You know, after a fall from the eighth floor..."

Gwen Morgan left the rest unsaid, but Damien Vaughn’s mind could fill in the horrible details.

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