My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 291 Misunderstanding

The nice atmosphere was all ruined by Vivian.

"I ......"

Vivian was speechless for a moment, and she didn't have time to say 'I'm all for your own good' before

she saw Yara stand up, "I still have some business at the company, so I'll leave first. Bye."

Then she walked out of the office in a huff, and even threw the door shut so fiercely that the office

shook.

Vivian shook her head helplessly, and didn't have the heart to curse out a 'stupid bastard'.

She turned around and her gaze fell on the dessert bag on the table, which contained all the desserts

she liked to eat.

Although she had only known Yara for over half a year, she was straightforward and honest, without

any bad intentions, and even remembered her preferences, which touched Vivian.

After thinking about it, she decided to keep an eye on her.

As she thought about this, Vivian suddenly thought of Morris.

So she made another phone call to Morris, wanting to find out more about Mike through Morris.

The phone dialed out and it rang for a long time.

Eventually someone picked up.

"Morris, what took you so long to pick up the phone?" She questioned irritably.

It was as if she was used to this indifferent attitude.

"This is Sue."

On the other end of the phone, it was Sue's voice.

Vivian was surprised and brought the phone that was up next to her ear and scanned it in front of her to

make sure it was the right number for Morris.

She asked, "Where's Morris?"

"He's at the hospital."

"He's... he's in the hospital? Which hospital?"

How had this happened so suddenly?

When she had asked Madame Cheal at the old mansion yesterday, she had said that Morris had gone

abroad on business.

Could it be that he had been injured in a car accident and had hidden the truth from Madame Cheal?

Thinking about it, this was extremely likely.

"Private hospital on the outskirts."

"Okay, I'll be right over, send me the hospitalization number."

As soon as she heard that Morris had been hospitalized, Vivian's heartstrings tightened and she

immediately dropped the work she was doing and drove straight to the private hospital.

On the way, the car was so fast that she didn't even notice it herself.

She even ran a red light at one point.

She finally arrived at the private hospital forty minutes later.

The private hospital was located on the outskirts of the city, in a relatively secluded location.

After parking her car, Vivian got out and rushed all the way to the inpatient department, following the

address Sue gave her to the 2409 VIP ward on the 24th floor of the inpatient department.

There were two bodyguards guarding the entrance to the ward, and when they saw Vivian, they

stopped her directly outside the door.

"You're not allowed in here." One of the bodyguards said expressionlessly.

"I'm Vivian, the sister of Morris. Let me in."

"Sorry, I don't know who you are. Please leave."

The bodyguard blocked her outright.

At that moment, the door to the ward opened, and when Ethan saw Vivian's not-so-good face, he

simply said coldly, "Let her in."

Only then did Vivian walk in.

She didn't care about the bodyguard's attitude.

After all, as the CEO of the Eonothem Group, if outsiders knew that he was seriously injured and

unconscious in the hospital, there might be some kind of chaos.

When she walked into the ward, Vivian asked, "What's going on with him?"

The VIP ward had two rooms, one outside was a small living room and the other inside was the ward.

This effectively insulated the outside from prying eyes and created a quieter atmosphere for the patient.

Ethan shot an irritated glance at Vivian, "Go and ask yourself."

Such an attitude of indifference made Vivian doubt herself.

What was the point of being mean?

What did it have to do with her?

She thought to herself as she walked into the ward.

When she entered, she found Sue sitting on the sofa, while Morris leaned on the bed.

His forehead was bandaged with gauze and he was in a state of despondency that was rarely seen,

but even so, it did not detract from his face.

The face was almost perfect, with no dead angle, no matter how she looked at it, it was beautiful.

Vivian's pace was stunned as she looked at the man leaning against the hospital bed from afar, her

eyebrows slightly furrowed before she walked towards him, teasingly saying: "What's wrong with you?

You've been driving for decades and still had a car accident? Is it possible that it was revenge from an

enemy again?"

It took more than a day for Morris to wake up from his coma.

He leaned against the bed, quietly looking at Vivian who walked in, his mood quite complicated.

This woman, quirky, always making it impossible to figure out her mind, was truly a headache.

"Can't die." Coldly he said.

As cold as ever.

Just then, Morris' phone vibrated.

It was an message, sent by Issac.

The content of the message was a few photos, and he tapped on them to take a look.

His face swiftly turned white, and his pupils shook, his hand clutching the phone tightened slightly, and

his whole body was instantly haunted by a bitter cold aura.

In the photo, she was topless, clinging to a naked Issac, her head pressed intimately against his chest,

maintaining the intimate position.

The place was a hotel, and there were even bags of used condoms on a side table, clearly visible.

Morris only felt his heart jolt, as if the sky had collapsed.

Yesterday, Ethan said that the confession of her first love at the jewellery exhibition was just a chance

accident, making it clear to Morris that Vivian was no longer in love with Fraser.

So what was in the photo again?

Was it evidence that she was in love with Issac?

So, what Vivian said in the recording on Sue's mobile phone that day at the Hillington Hotel were not

words of jealousy at all, but ......

She was indeed not interested in him.

Simply and directly she did not like him.

Because, the person she liked was Issac?

Was she always in love with Issac, or was it a case of love over time?

Morris recalled that time in the warehouse, the way she mercilessly shot Issac, he had thought it was

because she really did not love that she would shoot that decisively.

There was bit of protection for the Shaw family, but now it seemed that she cared as much as she did

when she shot Issac mercilessly.

Otherwise, how could Issac have been so close to Vivian when she was wounded by Vivian's own

hand, to the extent that Yeon was hospitalized for months?

The only argument that could be made was that Vivian had always been fond of Issac from the very

beginning!

It was only on her father's birthday that her adoptive parents urged her to get engaged to Issac, and

Vivian did not dare to admit that she liked Issac because she coveted his presence.

Was she simply afraid that he would take revenge on Issac?

And it was only for a moment that a thousand twists and turns went through Morris' mind, and it was

just as he was looking at the photos that Vivian put her bag aside, moved a chair and sat beside him.

She did not notice anything about what he was doing.

Morris’ cold eyes were slightly austere as he said to Sue who was sitting on the sofa, "You and Ethan

go out first."

Sue didn't say anything and nodded, "Okay."

The two of them got up and walked out, closing the door of the ward.

Vivian couldn't help but smile, "Mysterious, what do you have to tell me? It's not like you hit it because

you dozed off while driving, is it?"

Morris put away his phone, trying hard to calm down, before raising his eyes and questioning, "Did you

go back to the old mansion yesterday?"

She nodded, "Yes, I called you yesterday and was going to go back to the old mansion with you, but

you couldn't get through on the phone. I just went back on my own."

"How did you get back?"

"I was drunk, so Issac gave me a ride." She condensed what had happened yesterday, and then didn't

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"Did he go to your house?"

"No. We went to the hotel."

"Hotel? So, you slept at the hotel?"

"Yeah. I can’t take him to sleep at my place." Vivian replied.

Then she inclined her head to look at the fruit sitting on the table, thinking of the man's thoughtfulness

in peeling fruit for Madame Cheal that day when she was in hospital.

She then took a fruit, rummaged through the drawer to find a knife, and peeled it for him to eat.

Vivian didn't seem to notice the difference in Morris, but asked as she peeled the fruit, "You haven't told

us exactly how you got into the accident until now."

He clutched his phone tightly, the bruises on the back of his hand rippling, his face gloomy.

His sharp eyes stared at Vivian for an instant, his mind haunted by the night she had had with Issac

last night.

When he suddenly remembered what Issac had said in the restaurant the day before, he felt sarcastic

and ridiculous.

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