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.

could see that his body was shaking. Pedro bent down and patted his shoulder

operating table was his mother. The reason he had been so disappointed and angry at

She had raised him up so painstakingly. He would never

quickly stood up as a nurse walked

nurse. Lydia was currently in a coma. Jordan looked at Lydia's pallid face, bleakness continued to fester in

three days since Irene left San Fetillo. During those three days, Edric had used different numbers and called

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

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 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 it

Deborah had been puppeteering everything behind the scenes. She

would have never guessed that the nanny who had been working in his home for ten years, Lorraine, would be in

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

Irene couldn't get pregnant in the past, Edric never looked for an infertility specialist.

The cigarette tip glowed brightly, illuminating his gloomy face. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. Jordan felt a hand on his shoulder. "Jordan,

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

didn't say anything. He just looked at Pedro

their children to marry each other. Later on, your grandmother was even

paused for a while and added, "What happened that year was hard to clarify. Everyone had 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

else, yet she clung to him. What

elders, and your friends. How

regardless with 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

went to find

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

with the accident. To be honest, in my opinion, I never thought Lydia did anything wrong. She 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 met us." Pedro let out a long

regretting and blaming herself since then. She always felt that. If she hadn't asked Myra out, Myra would not have

wasn't guilty, then why would she have to