Veild Bride : Love From An Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 22
“Hey,”
Violet snapped back to her senses. She stretched out an arm to take the phone. The moment she put it to her ear, she heard her mother’s agitated voice. “Hello? Is this Violet?”
“Mother, it’s me.” She felt joyful.
“How are you, Violet? Are you alright?” Her mother was full of worry. “Did Theo Yeager look for trouble? Did the Yanceys?”
“No, no, nobody looked for trouble. Don’t worry!” She smiled and reassured softly, “I’m pretty good, really. What about you? Are they good to you?”
“I’m good too. I have food, water, and shelter. Just worried about you.”
“Where are you?” Violet asked. Her eyes accidentally met Jack’s; Violet pursed her lips.
The other end of the phone call was quiet for a moment before the middle-aged woman’s small voice said, “I’m not allowed to tell you. Don’t worry, I’m alright.”
Violet did not press into the matter. “I might be a little busy from now on, mother. I won’t be able to follow up with you much so you must take good care of yourself. Believe me, we’ll see each other very soon.”
“Why are they not planning to let me go? Did they do anything to you?”

“No, mother. It’s a long story. Whatever it is, I’ll think of a way. Just hold on for a while more.”
“How can the Yanceys not be angry when you’ve humiliated them at the wedding?” Xayah was about to say that she would have been angry if she had been in their shoes, but she decided against it. “Apologize properly to them and do your best to defuse the situation, alright?”
“Let’s not talk about the past,” said Violet hurriedly. “I’ll handle it.”
“I’m alright, just really worried about you, Vi.”
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“Mother, I’m really okay. Really.” Violet was very sensible. She smiled and said, “I’ll be starting work soon. We can reunite once I’m settled in. It’s getting late, you should rest.”
“Okay. You should sleep early too.”
Violet reluctantly hung up the phone. Her mother would be heartbroken to see her current condition.
She bend down and placed his phone down lightly on the coffee table in front of him.
It was as she had expected: Her mother was being taken good care of. Jack was quite the gentleman, which was more than she could say for Theo Henry Yeager.
However, Violet did not plan to thank him. In low spirits, she turned around to leave.
“Wait.”
Violet halted without looking behind her.
After a while, Jack’s cool and clear voice spoke, “Don’t be getting ideas no matter how much my grandfather likes you. We’re not a family you can casually draw close to. I’m giving you this piece of advice in goodwill so you won’t regret it in the future.”
Violet smiled softly. She turned and asked, “I heard rumors that the old Yancey manor is haunted. So that’s true, isn’t that?”
“It’s none of your business. Stop listening to gossip. Get out.”
She had no interest in the subject matter at all. Violet turned and left.
The Yanceys were strange, save for Jack’s grandfather. He seemed a little more normal.
Not long after Violet had left, Jack received a phone call from Michael. He put on his Bluetooth earphones.
“Mr. Yancey, the people from just now, during the evening, don’t seem to be from the same killer mastermind from before,” Michael reported, “We’re still looking into this, should be able to come up with results by tomorrow evening at the earliest.”