Chapter 398: All Of You Killed My Mother

Grace sneered. "So what if I like him? What does that have to do with any of you?" Grace demanded.

At that time, she called these men her brothers because her parents had died and the White family took her in and raised her.

"Did they really think I’m part of their family?"

Grace was disdainful.

"You... how could you say that? No matter what, we are your older brothers."

"Brother? Are you qualified?" Grace snorted coldly.

"You..."

"Enough."

While they were arguing, Brant, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"Leave."

He waved at the crowd, obviously to dismiss them.

His brothers were essentially no longer close to the family after they got married.

Therefore, on this matter, Third Brother and Fourth Brother were just onlookers at most. Since the person in charge had spoken, there was no reason for them to stay any longer. They turned around and left one after another.

Seeing that everyone had left, Yvonne quickly demanded, "Dad, this matter hasn’t been clarified yet. How can you let my uncles and aunties leave?"

"Haven’t you caused enough embarrassment enough?" Brant asked bitterly.

Yvonne looked at Brant in disbelief. "Embarrassment? I’m just trying to clear my mother’s name. If you’re really humiliated, why don’t you ask her?"

As she spoke, she pointed angrily at Grace, who was standing next to her.

Brant closed his eyes. "Enough."

He seemed to be very helpless.

"Why?"

Yvonne could not believe her ears.

"Why am I not allowed to speak? Or could it be that you already knew that she had a crush on you?"

She asked doubtfully.

Brant covered his face wearily and didn’t speak.

Grace looked at Brant, waiting for his answer.

However, Brant remained silent the entire time.

When Yvonne saw this, she found it ridiculous. "Is this a tacit approval? Or is it not a crush, but a mutual feeling?"

"Yvonne, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Brant wanted to stop her.

Yvonne ignored him and continued.

"Or could it be that you already knew that she was the one who framed my mother? Could it be that you deliberately let her go unpunished because you also like her?"

As soon as she said that, "Smack!" A slap landed on Yvonne’s face and the force of it caused her head to turn.

There was a burning pain on her cheek.

She reached out to touch her cheek and looked at Brant in disbelief.

This was the first time he had hit her.

Brant raised his trembling hand and said helplessly, "Yvonne, Dad didn’t mean to..."

He wanted to reach out to touch the other side of her face, but Yvonne dodged his hand.

"Brant White, I thought you had been deceived by her. I didn’t expect you to be in on it. It was you who joined forces to kill my mother, wasn’t it?"

Yvonne suddenly let out a roar.

"Yvonne! How can you think of me that way? I love your mother from the bottom of my heart. I can’t even love her enough, much less hurt her. You have to believe in me, I’m your dad. It’s not what you think. I..."

Brant was anxious to explain, but Yvonne did not give him a chance to continue. "Shut up. You don’t deserve to call my name, you don’t deserve to be my father, and you don’t deserve to mention my mother."

Her eyes were red, and crystal clear tears rolled down from her eyes.

Brant was instantly speechless.

...

He admitted that he was responsible for this matter, but he had never thought of hurting anyone.

He was silent for a while before saying, "Yvonne, I admit that I failed to protect your mother, but please believe me. Like you, I have never thought of hurting your mother. It was only later that I found out that your mother was wronged."

"What did you say?"

Yvonne was stunned.

"Yvonne, it was too late when I found out that your mother was innocent. I..."

"Too late?" Yvonne interrupted him and said incredulously, "She is your wife. She died in such an insulting manner. Since you know that she was wronged, why are you unwilling to seek redress for her? How could you just let it go so easily? Are you still human?"

Yvonne roared in pain.

"Yvonne, calm down!"

Brant took a step forward and grabbed her trembling body. "I am doing this for the sake of the big picture. Your mother has already passed away. So what if I cleared her name? What’s more, only a few of us know and it has not been spread out. For your mother, as long as I know that she was innocent, I don’t care about what others think."

"But I care. She wanted to prove her innocence even till her death."

Yvonne covered her heart with her hand and said, "Do you know what she wrote in her diary? She said that she couldn’t let your reputation be damaged, and she was thinking about you until she died, but what about you? You only thought about the overall situation. Was she not important?"

"Yvonne..."

"Don’t touch me..."

Yvonne broke away from Brant’s hand angrily and took a big step back. She opened her scarlet eyes wide, and fiercely said to him, "Brant White, I’m telling you, from today onwards, you’re no longer my father."

She gritted her teeth as she uttered these words. Then, she wiped away her tears, turned around, and strode out of the door under his shocked gaze.

"Yvonne..."

Brant was about to give chase, but was stopped by Grace.

"Brant..."

Brant stopped and looked at Grace with unspeakable pain in his eyes.

Under his gaze, Grace was a little flustered.

"Brant, let me explain..."

"Grace, I always thought you were just willful and immature. I didn’t expect you to disappoint me."

Brant’s eyes gradually grew cold.

The coldness pierced through Grace’s heart.

"Brother..."

"From today on, don’t call me brother anymore. I can’t bear it."

After that, he decisively pulled away her hand that was holding his arm and chased after Yvonne.

Grace stood there and stared at his departing figure, her heart aching.

All these years, she had been hiding her feelings. She was afraid that such a day would come.

Now this day had arrived.

Why did this happen?

She had hidden it very well.

How could this be?!!!

Grace roared in her heart. No, she was unwilling. She had done so much for him. How could he treat her like this?

With White Enterprise in her hands, she refused to believe that he would not come back.

As she thought of this, she wiped away her tears.

Outside the White family’s manor.

When James arrived, he saw Hammer waiting outside. He quickly opened the door and got out.

When Hammer saw him, he immediately walked up to him. "Mr. Taylor, what are you doing here?"

James did not answer, but turned to look at the door of the mansion. The reason why he came here was that he was worried.

After all, Grace was not so easy to deal with. He was afraid that Yvonne would be alone with no help.

"How long has she been in there?" he asked. Hammer said, "It’s been more than an hour."

Hearing this, James frowned. "Why is she in there for so long? Did something happen?"

Thinking of this, he walked toward the door. However, as soon as he took a step, the door suddenly opened from the inside. A familiar figure came out from inside. It was Yvonne.

She lowered her head and walked like she was a little lost. Seeing this, James hurried to her. "Yvonne!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Yvonne looked up. When she saw James, she could no longer hold back her emotions.

"James."

She cried and threw herself into his arms.

James was shocked by her cry. He was stunned before he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

This was the first time that Yvonne showed her weakness in front of him. Usually, she seemed to be impenetrable. Even when talking about her painful past, she only teared stubbornly.

Looking at Yvonne sobbing in his arms, James’ heart ached.

He did not know what had happened, nor did he know how to comfort her. He could only hug her tightly and let her cry.

Yvonne didn’t want to cry. It was a sign of weakness, but when she saw James, she couldn’t help it.

She felt a stab of pain in her heart, as if a big hole had been pierced through it.

She had the evidence to redress her mother’s injustice. She had thought that Grace’s evil deeds would be exposed to the public.

She thought they could understand that they’d misunderstood her mother all these years and they could repent.

But she didn’t expect this result.

She didn’t expect that her father had already known that her mother was innocent.

Not only that, but he also glossed over the matter for the sake of the "big picture".

Was this the reaction a father and a husband should have?

The more Yvonne thought about it, the more her heart ached. Once the floodgates were opened, her tears could not stop flowing. She could only let them fall.

"Good girl, let’s get in the car first, okay?"

James felt that she cannot continue crying, so he could only try to get her in the car.

Only then did Yvonne stop crying. She wiped her tears away and nodded with red-rimmed eyes.

James turned around and walked toward the car with her in his arms. However, as soon as he reached the car, he was stopped by Brant.

"Yvonne..."

Hearing this, James and Yvonne stopped.

Yvonne looked at Brant.

"I’ve made myself clear. Why are you still chasing after me?"

Her face was cold.

Brant took a step forward. Facing Yvonne, he was a little nervous, but he still said, "Yvonne, it’s not what you think. Can you give Dad a chance to explain?"

His aged face was pleading.

However, Yvonne was not touched at all. As the saying goes, Rome was not built in a day.

...

In the past, she only thought that Brant was weak and selfish. He failed to protect her mother, leading to such a tragedy.

But she never thought that he had already known the truth.

It turned out that disappointment to despair was just a matter of seconds.

Now, she no longer had any hope in Brant.

"Explain? It’s too late. I won’t believe anything you say now."

She resolutely dispelled all the hope in her heart.

"James, let’s go."

After saying that, she turned around and stepped into the car.

Seeing this, James did not stay any longer. Just as he was about to get in the car, he was stopped by Brant.

James glanced at Brant and said, "Sorry, I can’t help you."

With that, he moved past Brant, opened the door, and walked in.

The car immediately drove off.

Brant watched the car drive away in front of him and closed his eyes sadly.

Yvonne did not say a word. She leaned against the glass window and looked ahead with empty eyes.

In order to accompany her better, James specially asked Hammer to drive.

He sat quietly by Yvonne’s side.

Seeing her unhappy expression, he felt sorry for her. He pulled her into his arms and comforted her softly, "Don’t think about anything now. Have a good sleep."

Hearing his words, Yvonne did not say a word, but obediently closed her eyes.

She did not open her eyes again throughout the ride, half asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already the next morning.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw a strange yet somewhat familiar place. She was stunned for a moment before remembering that it was her old bedroom.

Why was she here? She only remembered that she had fallen asleep in the car. How did she end up here?

She thought about it and couldn’t remember. Her head was a little heavy, and her limbs were also very sore. She felt a little uncomfortable and tried to sit up.

"Don’t move."

James rushed up quickly and helped her to lie back down. "Your fever hasn’t completely subsided." James said.

At his words, Yvonne finally understood why she felt so weak. It turned out that she had a fever.

"Lie down first. I’ll go downstairs to get some porridge for you."

As he spoke, James turned and walked towards the door.

Yvonne wanted to stop him, but she did not have the strength. She could only lie there and wait for him to come back.

After a while, he came back with a small bowl of steaming porridge in his hand.

James walked to the bed and put the porridge bowl on the table. He helped her sit up gently and put a pillow behind her back. When he was sure that she could sit still, he picked up the porridge bowl, scooped up a spoonful, and blew it gently before feeding it to her.

Yvonne was indeed hungry, so she opened her mouth and ate it.

Not long after, she finished the entire bowl of porridge. Seeing this, James wiped the corner of her mouth and said, "You just got better, don’t eat too much, you might get indigestion."

Yvonne did not say anything and only asked, "Why are you here?"

James then said, "If you go back like this, my mother will inevitably ask questions. Isn’t it more peaceful here?"

"But Mom..."

"Don’t worry. I told her that we are going on a business trip for several days."

James replied.

Hearing this, Yvonne was much more relieved.

When she lowered her head again, James realized that she might have thought of something sad, so he comforted her, "Don’t think about anything now. Take care of yourself first. If you have anything to say, wait until you are better."

Yvonne nodded. At this moment, she did not have the strength to think about those things.

She was exhausted and just wanted to have a good sleep.

However, when she really fell asleep, nightmares kept coming.

In the dream, her mother was lying in a pool of blood, staring at her with a pair of aggrieved eyes. Her bleeding lips opened and closed, and a weak voice came out of her mouth, "Yvonne, mom is innocent..."

She wanted to run over and tell her mother know that she had found the evidence, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make a sound, as if her throat had been strangled by someone.

Then, the image changed and it was Grace’s face that was laughing hysterically.

"Yvonne, so what if you have evidence? You can’t do anything to me, hahaha..."

Grace laughed wildly and twistedly.

The scene changed again. This time, it was her father’s face, scheming and seemed to be smiling.

"Yvonne, I know that your mother was wronged, but for the sake of the overall situation, I decided not to pursue the matter. It’s meaningless."

As her father said this, he walked past her mother’s body coldly, as if she were a stranger. He didn’t even look at her. He walked to Grace, took her hand, and left with her.

Yvonne wanted to chase after them and stop them, but she could not move at all.

She could only stand there and watch as they walked further and further away. She could only watch as Grace turned around and smiled smugly at her.

That smile pierced her heart.

"No, you can’t do this..."

She was in pain and struggled.

"Yvonne, wake up..."

A familiar voice rang in her ears again and again.

She suddenly opened her eyes. When James’ worried face gradually became clear, she realized that she had a nightmare.

"Yvonne..."

She was sweating profusely, obviously she had a bad nightmare. James was about to wipe her sweat with a wet towel when he was hugged tightly.

James bent over and let her hold him. She held him tightly, as if she was afraid. Her body was trembling slightly.

He realized and quickly reached out to pat her back to comfort her. "Don’t be afraid. It’s just a nightmare."

Yvonne knew that it was a nightmare, but she was still scared. In the dream, she watched her mother die with her eyes open and the murderer go unpunished, but there was nothing she could do.

She did not want to do that. No matter what, she must punish them.

Thinking of this, she slowly let go of James.

However, her originally empty eyes were now filled with power.

James stared at her and felt that things were different suddenly.

As for what exactly was different, he couldn’t tell. He was just about to ask her what she had dreamed of just now, when she got out of bed.

He hurriedly asked, "Yvonne, where are you going?"

Yvonne did not answer immediately. Instead, she put on her shoes and stood up. She looked at James, who looked worried, and replied, "I want to go out for a while."

"But you haven’t fully recovered yet." James stopped her.