You Are The Pursuit of My Life

Chapter 106

Joanne looked displeased too. "Nathan, you haven't been back for a few days. Grandma missed you very much. She had told the chef to make your favorite dishes just for you..." "I know, I will visit her tomorrow," Nathan answered and hung up.

"Grandma, that Irene is so evil!" Joane's hatred for Irene could not be put into words. "She is using her son to hang onto Nathan, meanwhile she's fooling around with Jordan. Word also has it that she is still meeting her ex-husband. What on earth is she up to?"

Britney was too fuming with anger. The relationship between Irene and Nathan had always been something she found intolerable. When she found out Irene was born from a poor family, she had opposed their relationship. However, she hadn't expected that Irene's father was actually Steven. If Irene had come clean about her identity earlier, Britney would not have been against their relationship.

On the other hand, Irene would rather break up with Nathan than reveal her true identity. This showed that Irene didn't love Nathan at all despite him being completely head over heels for her. Because of that, he had been living a single life for so many years. "Grandma, Irene is a troublemaker. With her around, Nathan will never be able to start afresh in a new relationship. You should make it clear to Irene. Get her to disappear and never show up in his life again."

Joanne's statement made sense. Since Irene had no feelings for Nathan, she should stay away from him. Their occasional meetings would only give Nathan false hope. Britney sighed slightly and said, "Let me think about it first."

Jordan could not believe that Irene was Myra's daughter. Not long after Irene left the hospital, he pulled out the drip from his hand and left the hospital to look for Malcom.

Seeing Jordan come looking for him, Malcom was over cloud nine. However, he ended up being greeted by Jordan's exceptionally cold attitude. Jordan hissed, "Get in the car. I have something to ask you."

Malcom opened the door and got in the car. Jordan said bluntly, "Is the woman you like named Myra Nelson?"

"Who told you that?" Malcom asked.

"Just tell me, is it Myra or not?" Jordan's eyes were twinkling with a hint of fierceness. Malcom was silent for a while and nodded.

"B*stard! You are a b*stard!" Jordan shouted at Malcom. "You are a coward. You're not even a man! Since you love Myra, why did you marry another woman? Why did you get together with Marie? Don't you feel ashamed of yourself?"

Malcom remained silent. His silence made Jordan even angrier. He growled, "Why did you marry my mother if you don't love her? Why did you give birth to me? How can I have a father like you? Go to hell!"

"Jordan, I'm sorry!" Looking at the furious Jordan losing his temper, Malcom felt guilty and apologized.

"What can your apology change? Can a single apology make up for my mother's twenty-odd years of suffering? Can a single apology make up for all the years of love I've missed out on?"

"Malcom, why do you only feel guilty towards the dead? Have you forgotten the living? Do you know what my mother has been through all these years? She was a rich young heiress. But because of a b*stard like you, she has spent all her years in solitude. How could you bear to treat her that way?"

"Compared to the dead, she's living a much better life!" Malcom said with a sad smile.

so coldblooded and heartless? What

you are the root of my pain and my mother's. Why don't I

"How much do you know about the past? Let me tell you the

Faced with Jordan's potential assault,

you that your mother was the victim of this tragedy? The truth is a completely different story! If Lydia did not entrap me with her so-called love, I would have never broken up with Myra. Then she wouldn't have married someone else, and she wouldn't have passed away at such a

Joanne, I never intended to marry Lydia Klein. I told her

But behind my back, she plotted against me and set me up so Myra would see her in my bed. Because

did not believe that his gentle mother would pull such a

all rationality. I agreed to marry Lydia, but we were never in a real relationship." Malcom smiled bitterly and added, "We could have just lived peacefully like this, but she just had to push Myra even further. Do you know how Myra died? She got into a

not true!

thought of seeing her. I've given her countless chances to divorce me over the years, but she refused it! Let me make it clear, the only people I feel sorry for in my life are you

mean that his hatred towards Myra was nothing but a joke. It was Lydia who killed Myra. It

insidious and vicious woman that Malcom had described. Meanwhile, Malcolm had always been a ruthless man. Everything he had said must be make-believe, lies. Jordan did not believe Malcom; he wanted

although he had yet to fully recover. David booked a ticket immediately and went home

and David returned to the Reed home. He didn't go see

clothes, was sitting in the yard reading. When she heard the noise, she looked up, shocked. She asked, "Why

walked to Lydia and stood still. He had so many questions to ask her, but now that he was facing her,

made up by Malcom, would it be appropriate

poured him a cup of tea. Lydia

been having diarrhea recently,"

go to see a doctor. It's not good for your health if you hold it

the situation at home in a soft voice. Jordan gave her a brief answer. Then, the servant brought some carrot juice for Jordan and said, "Mrs. Reed, Miss

Jordan and met his frown, therefore she answered, "Tell her that I don't have the time today.

servant coming over. She shook her head as she told Joanne, "Mrs. Reed is not available now. You'd better come another day." Joanne came here because she heard that Jordan had returned. Since she had no intention to see Lydia anyway, she

said, "Yes,

a thoughtful girl," Lydia praised. Seeing that Jordan did not answer her,

I like her very much. Jordan, can you listen to my

like Joanne. Didn't I make that clear last time?" Jordan was growing

grew up together and you guys know each other

Lydia's praise for Joanne, his heart beat faster. Wasn't Lydia also such a gentle