My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181: Chapter 181: Changing Clothes, Please Get Out

"Miss Morgan!"

Ryan, terrified, quickly cut Gwen Morgan off.

He hadn’t expected her to bring up the news of Cecelia Archer’s death at a time like this.

President Vaughn was already weak enough. She shouldn’t be dealing him another blow right now!

But the words were already out.

Gwen Morgan stared intently at Damien Vaughn, looking like a loyal general righteously marching to her death.

"Do you think you should be looking at me like that? Do you think I’m wrong? She’s the murderer who harmed your mother. She’s your enemy! Are you still going to feel sorry for her death? Are you planning to go looking for her? Give her a grand funeral? Are you going to blame me?"

"Damien, what on earth is going on in that head of yours? Have you lost all sense of right and wrong? Don’t you understand basic morality anymore?"

Damien Vaughn didn’t answer her.

He stared at Gwen Morgan for a long time, the shock, pain, and anger in his eyes as clear as a raging inferno, burning his eyes red.

Ryan couldn’t even bear to look at him.

In the past, President Vaughn had always been proud and cold, but he was like a fully armored general—so far above everyone, so invincible. Nothing could hurt him. But now...

"Is it true, Ryan?"

Ryan: "..."

He didn’t say it outright, but his hesitation said it all.

Time seemed to stand still. Damien Vaughn had become a statue.

Ryan didn’t dare look at him, but he was afraid the anger would cause him to collapse.

"Since it’s already happened, President Vaughn, maybe... maybe..."

He didn’t know what to suggest.

He wanted so badly to comfort Damien Vaughn, but when the words reached his lips, he found they were all pale and meaningless.

After an unknown period of silence, Damien Vaughn didn’t lash out at Gwen Morgan, nor did he fly into a rage at Ryan. He quietly threw back the covers, as if he were about to go to the office, and spoke to Ryan in a calm, composed voice.

"Get my clothes."

"President Vaughn..."

Ryan didn’t know what he was planning to do and pleaded with a pitiful expression.

"You’re not well. The doctor said you shouldn’t be up and walking around."

"I’m going to change. Could you please step out?"

As if he hadn’t heard Ryan, Damien Vaughn got out of bed, put on his shoes, and spoke calmly to Gwen Morgan.

Gwen Morgan was speechless. She had said and done everything she could. If he insisted on being so stubborn, then she’d let his grandfather condemn him!

She left the hospital room with a resentful expression.

Seeing Ryan still standing there, stunned, Damien Vaughn repeated himself.

"My clothes?"

Ryan had no choice but to bring him his clothes. Damien Vaughn took off the hospital gown right in front of him.

His body was tall and well-built, but his fingers trembled slightly as he dressed. Heaven only knew if his heart was already riddled with holes.

Once changed, he was once again the distinguished, polished business elite.

"Where did the incident with Cecelia Archer happen? I’m going to see for myself."

’I don’t believe Cecelia Archer is dead. I don’t believe she’d commit suicide out of guilt. I don’t believe any of this is real, not unless I see it with my own eyes.’

Ryan knew he couldn’t stop him, so he could only tell him the truth.

"Central Hospital. But it’s been several hours. The body has probably already been..."

"Drive."

Damien Vaughn walked out of the room ahead of him.

The ride was silent. Ryan drove to Central Hospital, found the person on duty at the morgue, and after a brief conversation, the man came over to Damien Vaughn.

"I’m sorry, President Vaughn. Per hospital procedure, the body was taken to the funeral home for cremation and then handed over to the police officer who brought her in."

It was a done deal.

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