Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 183 Master Agrees to the Divorce

'He's seriously injured. Will something happen to him i f we don't send him to the hospital?’

While Yvonne was having anxious thoughts, the phone in her pocket rang all of a sudden.

Yvonne suppressed her worries and glanced at Henry once. She put the blanket over him, then she took out the phone and went to the balcony.

It was a call from the master, and she did not dare to waste any more time. She put the phone near her ear immediately and answered the call. "Grandpa."

"Yvonne, is Henry home yet?" She soon heard the master's friendly voice.

Yvonne replied, "Yes, he's home. Do you want to talk to him?"

"No, it’s fine. If I'm not wrong, he's still unconscious." The master chuckled. He seemed not to care about Henry at all.

Yvonne took pity on Henry inwardly. Then she bit her lips and asked, "Grandpa, did you call me because you have something to talk to me about?"

"Yes. I want to apologize to you."

"Apologize?" Yvonne tilted her head.

The master sighed. "For my ungrateful and bad grandson's sake. I learned about everything he did, so I feel that I've wronged you, Yvonne. I didn't teach him well."

"No." Yvonne soon became teary. She suppressed her desire to burst into tears and said immediately, "It's not your fault, Grandpa. You don't have to apologize to ''

me.

"No, I still need to do that. I didn't foresee it, and I didn't do something to prevent it from happening. If I made the woman from the Conrads leave Henry earlier on, these kinds of things might've never happened." When he talked about that, he was extremely regretful.

Yvonne sobbed and sniffed her nose. "Grandpa, please don’t blame yourself for this. It's over now..."

"Yes, it’s over now, but I still can't let it go. I’m grieved when I think about my great-grandchild who died before he was even born," the master said in excruciating pain.

Yvonne touched her belly subconsciously. She was deeply grieved too.

"Yvonne, I've considered the divorce seriously." The master sounded rather serious all of a sudden when h e brought the matter up. 1

Yvonne became serious too. "Grandpa, do you approve of that?"

"Yes, I do. It's us who have wronged you. We wasted your three years of youth, and we even caused you many injuries. I'm deeply ashamed." The master covered his face with one of his hands and spoke regretfully.

Yvonne lowered her head and sobbed, but she made n o reply.

The master heard her cries, and he felt even guiltier." Yvonne, do you blame me? If I didn't pick you at first and made you marry Henry, you wouldn't have to suffer so miserably.”

"No!" Yvonne shook her head immediately. "I don’t blame you, Grandpa. This is my choice. I registered for the bride election three years ago on my own free will. Besides, you allowed me to consider it again when I got married to Henry. So this is indeed not your fault."

"Yes, it's true, but we still wronged you greatly," the master sighed.

Yvonne rubbed her teary eyes. "Grandpa, don't you blame me?"

The master raised his eyebrow. "Why do you ask so?"

"It's because I’m the one who asked for the divorce," Yvonne replied softly.

Although she knew not much about the wealthy and influential families, she was still aware of something after staying with the Lancasters for three years now. A lot of them could not accept the fact that a daughter-in-law who came from a poor family background took the initiative to ask for a divorce.

For them, it was nothing but a challenge and contempt. They thought that a woman who came from a common family should be grateful for being able to join their wealthy and influential family where one could enjoy a higher status. How could such a woman be so shameless to ask for a divorce?

So she had that kind of worry.

The master had experienced a lot in his lifetime. He certainly understood a lot of underlying meanings from what Yvonne said. He could not help but chuckle. "Yvonne, don't worry about it. Although we neither have the precedent of divorce in our family nor the daughter-in-law asking for a divorce, we're reasonable people. Furthermore, we are the ones who wronged you first."

Hearing that, Yvonne became relieved. She sighed softly. "Alright, Grandpa. Thank you for your concern over the past three years. I'm so sorry for betraying your trust, and I didn't manage to let you see your great -grandchild."

"It might be destined." The master smiled bitterly. Then he asked, "By the way, when do you plan to divorce him? If Henry refuses, just tell me. I’ll make him agree to it."

"Within two days."

"So soon?" the master frowned.

Yvonne looked up at the sky in a daze. "Yes, I’m afraid that I might not be able to go through with it if I linger

here more."

It was because she still loved Henry deeply.

Even though she was disappointed in him because of that incident, she still could not stop loving him.

So she wanted to divorce him so badly. She was afraid that the more she stayed by his side, she might let it g o just like that. She did not want that to happen. If not, she would be deeply sorry toward her pitiful baby.

"Alright. Just tell me about it at that moment." The master sighed again.

Yvonne nodded. "I will.”

After the call, she let her hands hang loosely beside her in a feeble manner. The phone rolled off her palm onto the floor and made a bang on the floor.

But she did not bother about it. She leaned against the railing and cried loudly. Amidst her cries, she seemed finally able to let herself go, but she could not bear to give up either.

Actually, she did not yearn to divorce him or leave him.

But when she saw how Henry protected Jacqueline, she finally understood it. She would never be able to step into the relationship between the two of them, because she was not of the same world as them.

Moreover, she had abandoned that wishful thinking, wishing that Henry would fall in love with her one day. It was because she knew that it was impossible given that he only cared about Jacqueline in his heart. No matter how many more years she was going to wait, he would never fall in love with her. It was better if she left directly.

When she thought about that, she ceased crying slowly. She wiped her tears slowly and stood up. After she calmed herself down, she returned to the bedroom and continued to take care of Henry.

After she changed his clothes, she heard a knock on the door again.

"Madam."

It was Sue.

Yvonne threw Henry's dirty clothes on the floor. Then, she went and opened the door. "Sue, what's wrong?"

"This is sir's medicine. I forgot to take it up just now." Sue took a big bag from behind her.

Yvonne got it from her and glanced at it. "Why is there so much?"

"They are bandages. Madam, you're aware that sir is seriously injured. Every time you help apply medicine on his wound, you need to use a lot of bandages to dress the wounds," Sue replied.

Yvonne thought about the wounds she saw on Henry just now. She nodded slightly. "Alright. But Sue, do you know what kind of thing Grandpa used to beat him up?" "It's certainly a horsewhip." Sue shrugged her Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

shoulders.

Yvonne exclaimed, "Horsewhip?"

"Yes. The master owns a horsewhip and it's been passed down from the older generation. It's used to beat the younger generation from the Lancasters. I seem to have told you once that sir was beaten up by the master by that horsewhip three years ago."

Yvonne’s eyes fluttered. She remembered it now.

Sue did tell her about that before, but she did not think about it at that moment.

"Alright, madam. Please take care of sir. I'll go downstairs now." Sue pointed toward the ground floor.

Yvonne recovered her senses and nodded slightly." Fine."

She had not divorced him yet, so she needed to carry out the obligation of taking care of him.

Yvonne closed the door and walked into the room.

When she reached the bed, she saw the person who was lying on the bed make a slight movement.

The next second, he opened his eyes. He had regained his consciousness now.