You Are The Pursuit of My Life

Chapter 107

Why had Malcom said all these things to Jordan? Most importantly, they were irrelevant. The only mistake she had made was marrying Malcom. She had already lost more than half of her life for that decision. Why did she still have to bear such humiliation? In front of her, Jordan was staring at her coldly as he waited for her answer. Lydia smiled sadly. "Why? That woman took my husband away. She took away Malcom from you and made me live a lonely life at such a young age... Why else do you think?" "That's a human life! Mom, how could you be so vicious and cruel?" bellowed Jordan.

"Vicious? How dare you say I'm vicious?" Looking at Jordan, Lydia's eyes were brimming with tears.

"Anyone else can call me vicious and cruel, but not you! You're my son, my own flesh and blood. I went through so much just to raise you. You can't say that about me!"

"So just because you raised me, then I must forgive you for whatever you did, huh?" Jordan growled in a low voice, "If the reason you raised me was just to protect your rights and for my unquestioning loyalty, then I'd much rather you hadn't raised me! Besides, you should know very well why you raised me in the first place, right?"

"You... you are an ingrate... get out of here!" Lydia pointed at Jordan, her fingers trembling. Jordan glanced at Lydia, turned around, and left without saying a word. Seeing Jordan's figure disappear, Lydia sat down dejectedly.

A servant stepped forward and asked, "Mrs. Reed, are you all right?"

Lydia let out a long sigh mutely. She was such a failure! Malcom didn't love her, and now even her only son had begun to despise her. Her heart ached. What was the point of living such a pathetic life?

Jordan angrily went back to the mansion. He brushed off the housekeeper who greeted him warmly. He entered his room with a cold expression and locked the door. With a mixture of disappointment, sorrow, and bitterness in his heart, he lay down on the bed, fatigued. After some time, footsteps came towards the door. Someone knocked on the door and screeched, "Mr. Jordan, it's time to eat!"

Jordan ignored the voice and continued to lie motionlessly in the bed. The servant shouted a few times at the door and heard no reply before he left. After a while, Pedro's gentle voice rang out. "Jordan! Open the door. I want to talk to you!"

Jordan grabbed the quilt and covered his head, blocking out all the sounds. Silence and darkness surrounded him. After a while, he fell asleep.

Though he was asleep, he was still conscious. His head hurt and his entire body ached from the desolation. He could feel a throbbing pain in his heart. It was so painful that he wanted to end his life there and then. Perhaps it would be better off if he just died like that! As soon as that idea came to his mind, he suddenly heard a piercing scream in the mansion. "Oh no! Mrs. Reed... she's attempted suicide!"

Jordan shot straight up. It was not a dream. There was a flurry of footsteps outside, accompanied by the panicked and trembling voice of the servants. "Send her to the hospital quickly!"

Someone knocked on the door. "Mr. Jordan! Come out! Mrs. Reed has attempted suicide!" Lydia lay in the emergency operating room.

cold wall and silently held his head in his hands. If one looked closely, they could see that his body was shaking. Pedro bent

he had been so disappointed and angry at her was that he

he was her son. She had raised him up so painstakingly. He

was pushed open. Jordan quickly stood up as a nurse

Lydia was currently in a coma.

During those three days, Edric had used

wouldn't contact each other. If possible, he really wanted to go abroad and bring that heartless woman back. However he had no

life too. Other than a few rich friends, there was nothing unusual about them two. The findings surprised Edric very much. For the past few days, he had been thinking who would want Irene out of San Fetillo. Apart from Margaret, there was only Lily and Deborah. Now that the three of them had been ruled out, who else could be targeting Irene? Could

puppeteering everything behind the scenes. She had handed over everything to Loraine's son, the driver of the

that the nanny who had been

deep in thought, John stood quietly aside and waited for him to give the next instruction. After a long time, Edric said, "Help me look into every infertility

pregnant in the past, Edric never looked for an infertility specialist.

was smoking at the end of the corridor. The cigarette tip glowed brightly, illuminating his gloomy face. Suddenly, he heard footsteps

the study with Pedro. "I know what happened yesterday. In fact, if you want to know about what happened back then, you didn't have to question Lydia. You could have come

say anything. He just looked

agreed very early on that they wanted their children to marry each other. Later on, your grandmother

had a different way of viewing the issue. To us, your mother is a virtuous

someone else,

look at the people around you, your elders, and your friends. How many

daughter-inlaw. So, they could only see Myra as a rebellious woman. Malcom was married, and yet she went on to look

his head, continuing, "At that time, you were still very young. Lydia couldn't bear to see you lose Malcom at such a young age, so she endured the humiliation and went to find Malcom in person. But he refused to come back. She had

on the way to meet my mother?" Jordan asked. "Are you honestly telling me you don't

nothing to do with the accident. To be honest, in my opinion, I never thought Lydia did anything wrong. She is your father's rightful

to do with Lydia. But Malcom blamed it on Lydia, and Lydia has been regretting and blaming herself since then. She always felt that. If she hadn't asked Myra out, Myra would not have gotten into that accident and died. That's when Lydia

why would she have to