Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 361

Hearing this, Verian's clear and watery eyes stared straight at Heaton. She sobbed, her eyes red like a little, abandoned stray dog.

"Obviously... You obviously didn't want me anymore... You said you want a divorce... You said you'll have nothing if you're together with me... Heaton Fudd... I finally see through you... You're a businessman with a profit-before-everything mentality... You big liar! You don’t love me at all... Hmm..."

Her lips were silenced by his.

Verian's salty tears mixed between their mouths.

Touching her forehead lightly, Heaton said, "Don't simply say such words again."

Verian cried even harder. Sobbing, she said, "But, you... You just... You don’t love me..."

If he loved her, how could he divorce her? If he loved her, why did he not go to Florence to find her?

"After you went to Florence, I was planning to find you there. But, I had a car accident on my way to the airport."

Verian stopped crying for a moment as she immediately became worried. "Then, are you okay? Have you recovered from the injuries?"

Heaton grabbed her little hand as it moved across his body. His voice was a little hoarse. "Don't move. Aren't you afraid something will happen?"

Verian had cried until she had gotten dizzy. She did not realize the meaning of his words for a while. It was only when she saw the playfulness in his eyes that she realized his amusement.

Bastard! Was this a good time for that? He still had the mood to talk about that!

"I had a car accident and Xavier appeared again. He pretended to be me and filed for a divorce with you."

"So... So, you're not the one who divorced me? It was Xavier? That major psychopath?!"

Verian did not know whether to cry or laugh at this moment. She felt like a fool.

Heaton stared at her and nodded seriously to answer.

Verian hugged Heaton's neck, but her tears flowed again and dripped on Heaton's neck.

"Heaton, I thought you really didn't want me... Do you know how evil Xavier’s words were? How could he pretend to be you... I'm sorry... I'm the one to be blamed for not being able to differentiate between you and him... I was too sad that I..."

Heaton pulled away her little hands as his black eyes stared at her solemnly. "I've answered everything you want to know. Shouldn’t you answer my questions now?"

Verian's teary eyes were dim as she looked a little dazed. She was not relieved from her great sadness and joy. "Huh?"

"I heard you're pregnant?"

"..."

"I heard that you're going to abort our child to save another man's mother?"

"...Heaton, listen to me. I also just learned about my pregnancy. I really didn't expect that I'd be pregnant so suddenly. Although this baby came unexpectedly, I never thought of having an abortion."

Hearing this affirmation, Heaton lightly breathed a sigh of relief.

"But... Yandel's mother is also my mother."

Heaton frowned. "What did you just say?"

Verian laughed with tears on her face at the mention of this. "Heaton, we're actually not related by blood at all. Also, I'm not uncle's daughter. In relation to this, I think I should thank father for letting me go to Florence. If I didn't go to Florence, I might not have met Yandel. Without meeting him, the relationship between us might have been unknown forever."

Heaton wiped her tears with his fingers as his black eyes looked at her deeply. "What's going on exactly?"

"Anyway, I'm not uncle's daughter. As for why uncle's DNA paternity test report was wrong, I've no idea. It shouldn't have been the case... But, I'm really a daughter of the Soan family. Yandel did two DNA paternity tests and the results were all valid. Therefore, I'm his sister."

Verian told Heaton more about her affairs in Florence. Looking at her dark circles and haggard face, Heaton took her in his arms as they laid down in the bed. Heaton said in a deep voice, "Okay, you don’t have to worry about these things. I'll send someone to investigate them."

Verian leaned in his arms, holding his big hand with her small one. "You can sleep with me."