My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Autumn Has Gone, Winter Has Come

"Damien!"

"Damien!"

The words had barely faded when his second and third uncles rushed forward, each grabbing one of Damien Vaughn’s arms.

"It’s not even dawn yet, what are you doing? Even if you don’t care about yourself, you should at least think of your grandfather! He’s an old man! Are you trying to worry him to death?"

"Stop this nonsense and come back with us!"

They used a great deal of force, but Damien Vaughn’s was greater.

He didn’t want to go back. His heart felt hollow. Without Cecelia, if Candy was also taken away by some stranger, he would go mad.

Without a word, he violently shook his body, and his uncles nearly lost their grip on him.

"Damien! You used to be so sensible. Why have you suddenly become like this? Can you please stop?!"

"Ryan, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and help!"

Ryan rushed over, but he didn’t dare physically restrain Damien Vaughn, so he could only plead.

"President Vaughn, I’ll go look again at dawn. You’re not well. Why don’t you go back and rest first?"

Damien Vaughn remained silent, like a wounded leopard. He shot them a dark, menacing glance before shaking his body again.

His uncles struggled to hold him back. "He’s too strong, Dad! We can’t hold him!"

"Exactly! We can hold him for a moment, but not forever. This isn’t a long-term solution!"

The old master, trembling, spun his wheelchair around to face them and commanded the doctor.

"Give him the shot! I want him back in the house today, even if you have to knock him out cold!"

The doctor received his orders and took out a pre-filled syringe.

"My apologies, President Vaughn."

Four large men rushed forward together and pinned Damien Vaughn down. After the injection, he gradually fell still.

Damien Vaughn refused to eat or drink, lying in bed for another full day and night.

That morning, Mrs. King wheeled the old master into Damien’s room bright and early.

"I’ve arranged everything. The guests will be arriving soon, you just need to make an appearance. Damien, it wasn’t easy for the Vaughn Family to get where it is today. All over Veridia, countless rivals are waiting to see us become a laughingstock, waiting for a chance to tear us down and climb over us. You’re a man. You know what’s most important."

After speaking, he placed a set of clothes and a white flower at the foot of the bed, then had Mrs. King quietly wheel him out.

The villa was silent. Everyone, dressed in black and wearing white flowers, waited downstairs.

As time ticked by, some hoped Damien Vaughn wouldn’t show up. It would tarnish his image in the old master’s eyes, giving them a chance to move up.

Others were anxious, staring eagerly at the top of the stairs, hoping he would appear soon.

Amidst everyone’s hidden agendas, Damien Vaughn ultimately did not disappoint the old master. With just two minutes to spare before they had to leave, he silently descended the stairs.

Black shirt, black suit, black pants, black leather shoes. Whether it was because of the all-black attire or some other reason, in just two or three days, he had become noticeably thinner.

The white flower on his chest made his face look deathly pale. Because he was thinner, he seemed even taller.

He was becoming more and more like a statue carved from ice.

A slight stir went through the crowd. When Damien Vaughn reached them, the old master breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let’s go."

The guests arrived soon after, and the memorial service began.

After the silent, oppressive funeral for his mother, they returned to the villa, and Mrs. King hurried to Damien Vaughn’s side.

She watched his expression, cautious and apprehensive.

"Damien, I made some food—all your childhood favorites. Please eat a little... Your body can’t take much more of this. The entire Vaughn Family is counting on you."

"Your grandfather lost his mother as a child, his wife in middle age, and his son in his later years. Now he’s just buried your mother. He has it harder than you do. If anything were to happen to you..."

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