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.

How can you be so coldblooded and heartless? What did she do to make you treat her

grabbed Malcom's collar and bellowed, "Malcom, you are the root of my

You are crazy!" A painful look flashed across Malcom's face. "How much do you know

Malcom. Faced with Jordan's potential assault,

Who told 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

like how you have no feelings for Joanne, I never intended to marry Lydia Klein. I told her very clearly that I wouldn't marry her.

me up so Myra would see her in my bed. Because of that, Myra broke up with me.

believe that his gentle mother would pull such

in a real relationship." Malcom smiled bitterly and added, "We could have just lived peacefully like this, but she just had to

not true! It can't be

she refused it! Let me make it clear,

was true, that the car accident was not an accident, that would mean that his hatred towards Myra was nothing

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 to confirm it with Lydia

home although he had yet to fully recover. David booked

for more than ten hours, Jordan and David returned to the Reed home. He didn't go

the yard reading. When she heard the noise, she looked up, shocked. She asked, "Why are

to ask her,

had been made up by Malcom, would it be appropriate for

cup of tea. Lydia put down the book in her hand. "Why do you look so pale?

having diarrhea recently,"

not good for your health if you hold it in." Lydia looked at Jordan with distress and ordered her servant, "Get some carrot juice for

to prepare it. Lydia then chatted with Jordan about 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,

at Jordan and met his frown, therefore she answered, "Tell

day." Joanne came here because she heard that Jordan had returned. Since she had no intention to see Lydia anyway, she wasn't angry when she got rejected. She turned on her heel and left. Jordan drank

and said, "Yes,

visit me every few days. What a thoughtful girl," Lydia praised. Seeing that Jordan did not answer her, she had no choice

Joanne grow up. She is gentle and kind, and beautiful too. I like her very much. Jordan, can you listen

Didn't I make that

up together and you guys know each other better than anyone. Anyhow, she'll be

well. When he was reminded of Lydia's praise for Joanne, his heart beat faster.