Veild Bride : Love From An Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 46
The middle-aged woman suppressed her emotions and said softly, “Violet, I know you hate me but there’s no such thing as right or wrong when it comes to love. Back then, your father and I…” As she spoke, she studied Violet’s expression. Was this girl even listening to her?
Violet kept gazing out the window. She did not seem angry in the least bit; it looked as though she was listening to somebody else’s story.
Why had Yvette stopped?
Violet gave her a glance. “Continue.” Then, she smiled. “What happened back then? Has your conscience never condemned you? Did you feel that it was true love?”
Yvette’s expression shifted. “I know you hate me…”
“No, no, no, no.” Violet’s eyes flashed bright and clear. She spoke crisply, “I don’t hate you. A man who has had good food all his life would occasionally be tempted to taste garbage. I understand it completely. Especially for a man like Theo Yeager, it’s even more understandable.”
Yvette was chagrined. “Then wouldn’t he be eating garbage for the rest of his life? He has never regretted it. Do you still think this is garbage? This is a feast.”
At that moment, the waiter served the two cups of coffee Violet had ordered.

“Thank you.” Violet gave the waiter a sweet smile.
“You’re welcome. Please enjoy.”
After the waiter left, Violet stirred the coffee with a silver spoon gently.
From that simple action alone, Yvette could tell how Violet usually lived her life. She was not a Cinderella who had not seen the world. She must have been living comfortably.
“I, for one, believe strongly that it’s better to be self-sufficient than to depend on other people.” Violet looked like she was smiling, but her eyes were cold. “My mother and I have been doing quite well over the past years, compared to you. Perhaps even better than you. So keep your superiority complex in check.”
“I can see that.” An idea flashed through Yvette’s mind suddenly. “Has Theo Yeager been secretly giving you money all these years?” she asked foolishly.
“Why would we take a man’s money?” Violet looked at her like she was a joke. “Can’t we earn it ourselves?”
The middle-aged woman was speechless.
“So
you don’t have to think that we hate you. Your existence doesn’t affect us at all, actually. I would have forgotten that I have a father if you guys hadn’t brought me back,” Violet said.
Yvette felt that she was no match for this girl. Her train of thought was too meticulous; they were on completely different wavelengths.
“Alright, then.” Yvette took a sip of coffee as she gazed at Violet calmly. “Let’s not sensationalize anything. Forget about who is right or wrong. Let’s get down to business.”
Violet picked up her cup and leaned back on her chair slightly. After drinking some coffee, she said co olly, “Talk, then. I won’t interrupt.”
“Your father wasn’t the one who sent those men to kill you. It was me.” Yvette confessed openly.
Violet was slightly surprised, but her face remained calm as she sipped her coffee. She did not intend to say anything and behave as though this had nothing to do with her.