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.

one looked closely, they could see that his body was shaking. Pedro bent down and patted his shoulder gently. "It will be fine. Don't

The person lying on the operating table was his mother. The reason he had been so disappointed and angry at her was that he loved her. He had been living in

She had raised him up

the operating room finally went out and the door was pushed open. Jordan quickly stood up as a nurse walked out of the room. "Right now, her vitals are stable. You don't have to

Lydia into a ward with Pedro and the nurse. Lydia was currently in a coma. Jordan looked at Lydia's pallid face, bleakness

three days since Irene left San Fetillo. During those three days, Edric had used different numbers and called her countless times, but she

followed suit. Although they were not on the same flight, Edric did not believe that they wouldn't contact each other. If possible, he really wanted to go abroad and bring that heartless woman back. However he had no power overseas. With Jordan and Nathan both there, he was helpless

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

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

never guessed that the nanny who had been working in his

John stood quietly aside and waited for him to give the next instruction. After a

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

face. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. Jordan

"I know what happened yesterday. In fact, if you want to know about what happened back

say anything. He just looked

caused by the two rich and powerful families. Both your grandmothers were friends, and they had agreed very early on that they wanted their children to marry each other. Later on, your grandmother was even more determined when

a different way of viewing the issue. To us, your mother is a virtuous daughter-in-law. She is respectful to us, to Malcom, and treats her family well. I daresay that

"She knew Malcom loved someone else, yet she clung to him. What

look at the people around you, your elders, and your friends. How many of them fall in love and

see Myra as a rebellious woman. Malcom was married, and yet she went on to look for Malcom. She wrote a letter to Malcom asking him

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

earlier? Why did it have to happen while she was on the way to meet my mother?" Jordan asked. "Are

is your father's rightful wife. She has the right to defend her marriage. If anything, her only mistake was her ill fate to have

has been regretting and blaming herself since then.

she have to