Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 166: What Does It Have to Do with Him?

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: What Does It Have to Do with Him?

Vera Yves gathered her thoughts and headed to the outer room, where Hannah Hayes invited her to have breakfast.

The rest area earlier was dimly lit, so Hannah hadn’t noticed, but when Vera sat in front of her, Hannah noticed the scars on her face and immediately changed her expression, "Vera, did someone hit you?"

After speaking, she gave Winston Valentine a displeased look.

"No, I accidentally fell last night." Vera buried herself in the meal.

"How could a fall make your face look like that?" Hannah said, getting angrier, "If someone forced you, don’t be afraid, tell Mom! Forcing a woman isn’t being a man!"

Vera felt a headache coming on, "Mom, I’m fine, nobody forced me."

Hannah looked at her with disappointment, "So, were you willing?" Her disdain was palpable.

Vera took her time to process what she meant, "Mom, what are you thinking?"

Winston walked over to Vera, "I asked Walter Lowell to get a new bed here; I can’t sleep well in yours."

Vera was speechless, now she really couldn’t explain herself even if she jumped into The Sorgan River.

Hannah’s expression immediately darkened, "You still have the nerve to be picky? We didn’t beg you to sleep here! Our Yves Family is too small to accommodate a big figure like you; you’d better go somewhere else!"

Vera stood up, "No need, you should be heading to the office by now. Be careful not to get your wound wet or lift heavy objects."

The intention to drive him away was clear.

Winston gently touched her cheek, "Then I’ll leave now."

If Hannah weren’t watching him intently from the side, he might have wanted to kiss her.

After Winston left, Hannah started venting to Vera again, "How many couples get back together and actually work out? It’s just repeating the same mistakes! Cecilia Vaughn cheated on him, and then he thought of you, where was he before? If it wasn’t for Miles running off at the wedding, would he have had any chance now?"

"Mom, I want to stay home for a few days."

"That works perfectly, saves me from bringing food to you every day; you never pity me."

After sending Hannah away, Vera called Yates Abbott.

"Miles already contacted me last night, Vera, I’m really sorry, are you alright?"

"I’m fine; this has nothing to do with you."

"I gave all your stuff to Miles; he should have given them to you, right?"

Yesterday, she hurriedly left, and he only handed her the phone.

"Yes, he did."

Ending the call, Vera dialed Linda Young, "Linda, I’ll move everything out today; the other party can view the apartment anytime they want."

Linda was a bit surprised; previously, a few people wanted to see the apartment, but Vera blocked them. She had been hesitant, but now she seemed to have made up her mind?

"Have you thought it through?"

Vera thought of the photo of them holding hands, "Yes."

There wasn’t much stuff left in the apartment anyway; it was originally a move-in ready place. Her personal items were already packed; she had taken some things little by little whenever she visited.

Vera first went to the police station to give her statement, then headed to the apartment.

When Vera reached the kitchen doorway, it felt as though she could still see Miles Monroe bustling around. Neither of them were fond of crowds, so during their relationship, they mostly stayed in this apartment.

Vera forced herself not to dwell on those memories. She went to the study, grabbed a pair of scissors, and opened up the taped box, then cut everything inside into pieces.

Watching those bits of sweet words turn into scraps, Vera’s eyes turned red. Perhaps fate gave her this chance just so she could truly let go.

Reaching the apartment doorway, Vera placed the box aside; the cleaner would take it for recycling. Vera gave a self-deprecating smile, wondering how much these memories were worth.

Returning to the clinic, Vera saw a man standing at the entrance.

Miles Monroe looked exhausted; upon seeing Vera, he walked straight over and handed her something, "These are the things you left at the restaurant."

Vera accepted them, "Thanks."

"Vera, I’m not with her..."

Vera interrupted him, "Even if you’re not together now, it doesn’t mean you won’t be in the future. You always have so many ’no choice’ situations with her."

"She’s ill; I have a responsibility towards her," Miles spoke with a tinge of sad resignation, "That’s what I owe her, Vera; I can’t be heartless towards her. After all, she gave me her youth."

"So even if we tried again, Jane Shea would always be between us." Vera’s eyes were gentle as she looked at him, "Perhaps the teenaged Vera Yves would have had the courage to face everything with you, but I don’t."

Vera attempted to enter the clinic, but Miles grabbed her wrist, his voice hoarse, "Vera, can’t we..."

Vera interrupted him, her voice calm, "I’ve decided to start fresh with Winston."

It was as if Miles lost all his strength at that moment; he finally found his voice, asking with difficulty, "Have you... thought it through?"

"Yes."

The grip on her wrist disappeared.

Vera entered the clinic and closed the door, taking a deep breath and blinking away her tears.

What good was crying? 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Winston sent her a WeChat message just then: Dr. Yves, the wound keeps aching, is there a way to relieve the pain quickly?

That morning, before he left, she’d specifically given Walter Lowell a jar of pain-relief cream.

He was just trying to gain sympathy; Vera didn’t respond.

Winston sent a photo; his left arm was bandaged and slightly bleeding.

"If the wound gets infected, will I die?"

Vera picked up her phone and replied, "How did that happen?"

"I want to bleed more, so you won’t forget your promise."

Vera tossed the phone aside, thinking of Melinda Shelby’s warning, feeling a bit restless.

She picked up the documents Yates Abbott gave her and studied them for a while.

The show would soon start filming; the concept was simple, each episode, the team would recruit three patients with difficult-to-diagnose illnesses. The on-site doctors would examine and prescribe treatment.

During this process, they would publicize traditional medicine knowledge and later follow up on the patients’ recovery.

Someone knocked on the door; Vera went to open it. Zoe Monroe entered and hugged her, "Vera, are you alright?"

Vera shook her head, "I’m fine."

"My cousin said you encountered danger last night. When I asked him what danger, he wouldn’t say, just told me to come accompany you."

Zoe couldn’t help but internally criticize that her cousin should be the one here at a time like this.

Vera’s eyes shifted as she returned to the examination room, "How’s Grandpa Monroe lately?"

"He’s not on a hunger strike, but this morning’s news got him really angry."

Zoe sat by the bed, her eyes sweeping over the photo frames on the wall. She couldn’t help but tease, "Mark Yves was so ugly as a kid; you two are twins, but look nothing alike!"

Vera also glanced at the frame, which contained many photos of her and Mark. Indeed, Mark looked wrinkled and not particularly appealing when he was little.

As her gaze passed over a certain corner, Vera’s eyes grew somber. She stood, walked to the frame, and remembered that there had been a photo of Grandpa and Mark in that spot. When had it been removed?