Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 25: Who Will the Child Resemble More?

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Who Will the Child Resemble More?

Cleo Sutton’s complexion looked much better than a few days ago.

Vera Yves finished giving her acupuncture, then adjusted her prescription and diet plan.

Before leaving, Vera brought up the issue of the clinic to Tristan Valentine.

Tristan didn’t refuse, "If you need, I can help you communicate, but you know, I don’t have much of a relationship with her. If I help you, it might backfire. You might as well let Winston help you."

Vera didn’t expect much; Tristan had already gotten what he wanted, and naturally wouldn’t exert much effort to help her.

Wasn’t there even less emotion between her and Winston Valentine?

Melinda Shelby had not been answering Vera’s calls. Vera sought her out several times, but she kept her doors shut.

Winston hadn’t returned to the villa since that day he left.

Vera was uneasy, so she had Mark Yves keep watch outside the clinic.

It wasn’t until the day of the charity dinner hosted by Updraft magazine that Melinda finally took her call, "If you want the clinic back, obediently come to the dinner."

Vera had never planned on attending, so she hadn’t specifically prepared a dress.

She wasn’t in the mood to get styled, so she chose a plain white, form-fitting long dress, put on simple makeup, tied her hair up with a hairpin, opting for a very traditional Chinese look.

Melinda waited for her outside the red carpet. Vera walked over and linked her arm through hers. Melinda flashed a gentle smile at the cameras, which immediately captured the moment.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law duo posed for pictures in front of the backdrop.

Reporters whispered among themselves.

This Cecilia Vaughn is quite something. Everyone in the circle knows about Winston Valentine and her rumors, and yet his mother brought his wife to support the event. Could it be that Cecilia Vaughn has become an unofficial member?

After all, in this circle, it’s not unusual for men to have several women outside, especially someone of Winston Valentine’s distinguished status.

Vera followed Melinda’s side, smiling mechanically. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Once they finally entered the inner venue, Melinda glanced at her, and Vera tactfully withdrew her hand.

As the waiter led them to their table, Vera noticed Winston sitting next to Cecilia Vaughn at the adjacent table.

Cecilia was wearing a long, ink-green dress with exquisite makeup, flaunting her beauty openly. Winston was in a suit of the same color, reclining casually in his chair, looking both elegant and noble.

Someone nearby remarked, "Cecilia Vaughn is newly in power, and Winston Valentine must be here to support her."

"President Valentine really cares for this younger sister," another said jokingly.

Someone chuckled, "Make sure to clarify which kind of sister."

The chatter slowly faded away.

"Look at them, they are a perfect match," Melinda said leisurely, "Do you want to fulfill their wishes?"

Vera’s face stiffened as she averted her eyes, "The clinic is my grandfather’s lifelong effort. I hope you can find it in your heart to allow me to buy it back."

Melinda leaned closer, "Want to buy back the clinic? I’ll give you this opportunity."

Melinda looked at her pale face and chuckled, "Don’t be nervous."

Vera looked at her smiling face, but felt a chill run through her entire body.

"Actually, come to think of it, we are truly in the same boat," Melinda said nonchalantly as she swirled her wine glass, "Both our husbands have a white moonlight in their hearts, and we can only watch helplessly as they flaunt their love."

Vera clenched her hands tightly.

"Cecilia Vaughn is an orphan and naturally cannot marry Winston as a wife. However, Winston loves her deeply. And you, holding onto the title of Mrs. Valentine, Winston despises you and won’t even let you have a child."

Melinda handed Vera a glass of wine, and Vera tried to steady her nerves as she took it.

"A gentleman has the beauty of helping others," Melinda clinked glasses with her, "What do you think, if Cecilia Vaughn had Winston’s child, who would it resemble more?"

Vera gripped the wine glass, the coldness piercing to her very core.

Melinda took a sip of her wine, then grabbed Vera’s trembling hand. Vera felt something being placed into her palm.

Melinda smiled at her in a loving, elder manner, patting her hair, "Winston likes Cecilia Vaughn so much, naturally he wouldn’t want her to be the other woman, so we need to lend him a hand. Make sure to give him this to drink, and once it’s done, the clinic will still belong to The Yves Family."

This was simply absurd!

Vera stood up in a panic, "Bang!" Just then, a waiter was serving wine, and the glass fell to the floor.

"I’m sorry," Vera quickly apologized, instinctively wanting to help clean up.

Melinda also stood up, grabbed her arm, and whispered in her ear, "Let them handle it and remember, I’m only giving you this chance once."

Vera’s face was drained of color. Her steps stammered as she headed toward the bathroom.

Winston looked over at the commotion, catching just a glimpse of the figure that seemed like it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Winston frowned. He was indeed quite angry that day, a bit impulsive, but it had been several days. Could she still be unwell?

Winston wanted to get up and follow her, but Cecilia held onto his arm, "Winston, I’m about to give my speech. Where are you going?"

Vera reached the sink outside the bathroom, washed her face with cold water, and calmed herself down.

She took out the item Melinda had given her—a small glass bottle containing a white pill. Melinda is Winston’s biological mother; she wouldn’t poison him. The nature of the drug was self-explanatory.

Recalling how he had deliberately humiliated and tormented her before their last separation, maybe, if he and Cecilia Vaughn got what they wished for, he might agree to a divorce.

This thought only flashed through her mind for an instant.

To personally send her own husband to another woman’s bed, how could she possibly do it?

If she went to Winston for help, would he help her?

He would probably only say she got what she deserved.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Winston’s voice disrupted her chaotic thoughts. Vera turned around in a panic, hiding the bottle behind her back. Noticing her action, his gaze deepened, "What are you hiding?"

Vera was taken aback for a moment, then extended a hand, deliberately revealing the red marks on it, "You mean this?"

Winston’s expression was somewhat unnatural. Though he was a bit rough that day, he was mindful of limits, except for the rope marks on her wrists.

"If you’re feeling unwell, don’t push yourself."

Vera clenched the item in her hand. Was this a sign of conscience?

Vera asked with hope, "I really am feeling a bit unwell right now, Winston, can you take me away?"

Winston’s face immediately turned cold, "Don’t push your luck."

Vera’s gaze dimmed considerably. Today was Cecilia Vaughn’s big day; how could he possibly leave with her?

"Do you really care about Cecilia Vaughn that much?"

"I’ve told you, don’t consider her as your imaginary enemy." Winston’s expression showed some impatience, "Since you’re feeling unwell, I’ll have the driver take you back first."

Vera shook her head pale-faced, "No, it’s okay."

"Suit yourself." Looking at her acquiescent demeanor, Winston felt irritable, turned around, and walked away briskly.

When Vera returned to the banquet hall, Melinda was already happily socializing with others.

She sat quietly at her place, almost as if she didn’t exist.

Cecilia had just finished her speech to warm applause. Like a beautiful butterfly, she happily descended from the stage and, to everyone’s surprise, threw herself into Winston’s arms.