Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 343

In the ward.

After Xavier hung up the call, Yuna came into the room with a flask of nutritious soup in her hand. Her bodyguards trailed behind her.

"You've finally appeared! Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? Heaton doesn't even let me get near your body. There was nothing I could do, not even after I found him a bunch of hypnotherapists and psychologists! But everything's okay now. You're here now, and with Verian so far in Florence, no one will threaten us again!"

Xavier was sitting upright on the bed with the phone in this hand. He looked cold and aloof. "I want to be alone for a while."

Yuna was a proud person, so how could she take it when people ordered her around. She yelled, "Hey, you're the one who called me here! Look, I even had someone prepared this nutritious soup for you. What are you doing, Xavier? Don't tell me you're changing your mind about divorcing Verian?"

Xavier glared at her with his cold and keen gaze. Then he muttered those two nasty words to her.

"Get out."

"You! Have you forgotten about how I saved you last time? If it weren't for me, do you think you could even make an appearance in this world? Heaton would have kept you imprisoned for a lifetime!"

"Don't stick your nose into my business. Get out. Now." Xavier's tone was icy cold.

One of Yuna's bodyguards, Ben Phoenix, stood forward. "Watch your tone with our young miss! You would have died at sea had she not saved you!"

Xavier did not even acknowledge him at all.

Yuna clenched her teeth, but she held her breath and said, "Forget it. I won't argue with an injured person. But I will say one thing; you are mine and mine only. Let's go, Ben."

Ben glared at the impassive Xavier before he left the ward with Yuna.

Xavier's phone rang again; it was Verian.

Xavier answered the call. "If this is about getting us back together..."

Xavier had yet to finish his sentence before Verian interrupted him. It sounded as if she was smiling and crying at the same time. "Heaton, I shall agree to the divorce, as per your wishes. Are you happy now?"

She sounded a little drunk.

However, Xavier did not even have to ask if she was inebriated; he knew that she was plastered.

Even though it was an answer that he had expected, his heart still ached.

He frowned as he placed his hand over his chest.

Was that Heaton?

…

A street bar in Florence.

Verian sat by the French window as she consumed the strongest alcoholic drink she could get. She wanted to drown her sorrows in booze.

The sky was dark outside. The streetlights shone through the window, and it shimmered onto the floor like sparkling stars. It was beautiful, but she was not in the mood to enjoy it.

Verian lifted the glass and gave it a swirl. The sweet cocktail had unexpected strong aftereffects. The drink's distinct-colored layers merged as she moved the glass in her hand. She rested her head on the table as she stared at the alcoholic beverage. Then, she laughed bitterly as tears started to flow again.

"Everyone's gone… Heaton's gone… Little Jelly Bean's gone… How did this happen…"

Ever since her father's death, she thought she had lost her only relative. However, when she returned from France three years after that, God had given her an unexpected surprise.

The adorable Little Jelly Bean turned out to be the daughter she had when she was a surrogate mother. She thought she was lucky when she fell in love with the child's father. They could finally be a happy family, and everyone would envy them.

How did she lose those blessed moments in the blink of an eye?

Heaton was so adamant about the divorce; she was not even in better standing with him than the rest of the Fudd family or even the Fudd Group.

…

A black, extended-length Lincoln was parked at a dark street corner in Florence.

"Second Young Master, could the lady you met on the plane really be our young miss? Perhaps you had rushed into things and mistook her identity?"