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.

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

The reason he had been so disappointed and angry at her was that he loved her. He had been living in this bubble

matter what, he was her son. She had raised him up so painstakingly. He would never

Jordan quickly stood up as a nurse walked out

Lydia was currently

San Fetillo. During those three days, Edric had

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

no friends apart from Freya. Deborah was living a pretty simple 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

imagined that Deborah had been puppeteering everything behind the scenes. She had

have never guessed that the nanny who had been

that Edric was 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

in the past, Edric never looked for an infertility

tip glowed brightly, illuminating his gloomy face. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. Jordan

nodded and went to 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 to

say anything. He just

rich and powerful families. Both your grandmothers were friends, and they had agreed very early on that they wanted their children to marry each

year was hard to clarify. Everyone had a different way of viewing the issue. To us, your mother is a virtuous

loved someone else, yet she clung to him. What was she

elders, and your friends. How many of them fall

no complaints. To a rich family, it was a blessing to be able to have found such a daughter-inlaw. So, they could only 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 out. Malcom had always been a

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 no choice but to meet Myra instead. The day she asked Myra out,

did it have to happen while she was on the way to meet my mother?" Jordan asked. "Are you honestly telling me you

honest, in my opinion, I never thought Lydia did anything wrong. She is your father's rightful wife. She has

been regretting and blaming

would she have to