Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 18: You Refused to Help Me

The temperature of the tea, though not enough to scald the skin, left a red mark on Vera Yves’s face.

The living room fell silent in an instant. Although Melinda Shelby didn’t like this daughter-in-law, it was the first time she embarrassed her in public. Especially since the old lady was still in the house.

Tea dripped from Vera Yves’s cheek onto the carpet.

Vera Yves wiped her face, her voice devoid of any emotion, "I’ll go brew it again."

"How could she possibly brew any tea?" Winston Valentine walked into the living room, helplessly saying, "Mom, if you want tea, I’ll make it for you."

Melinda Shelby snorted, "Can’t even brew a pot of tea, what’s the use of having such a daughter-in-law?"

Winston Valentine took off his coat, walked into the living room, and seeing Vera Yves still half kneeling on the ground, he pulled her up, "Still in a daze? Go upstairs and change your clothes."

Vera Yves stood up with his strength, but her legs were aching. Fortunately, Winston Valentine caught her by the waist, and she leaned against him for a moment.

Melinda Shelby, watching their intimacy, had a look of disgust flash across her delicate face.

Vera Yves walked upstairs.

Melinda Shelby looked at Winston Valentine, "What, feeling sorry for her?"

Winston Valentine took the tea packet from the servant’s hand, chuckled, "What’s there to feel sorry for? She’s just clumsy, and it might spoil your good mood."

Vera Yves paused in her steps upon hearing Winston Valentine’s words.

Back in the bedroom, Vera Yves took a shower immediately, and as she just walked out of the bathroom, she was pressed against the wall.

"How can someone be as stupid as you?"

Vera Yves looked at the anger in the man’s eyes and turned her head aside, "Your mom doesn’t like me, no matter how I brew it, she won’t be satisfied."

"It’s rare that you know she doesn’t like you." Winston Valentine squeezed her cheeks, forcing her to look at him, "Then why did you agree to treat that woman?"

Vera Yves looked him straight in the eye, "Do I have a choice?"

Winston Valentine couldn’t help but increase the force in his hand, "Why couldn’t you wait a little longer?"

"Wait for what? Wait for my mom to beg Cecilia Vaughn again?" Vera Yves looked at him discontentedly, "Winston Valentine, when this happened, the first person I asked for help was you, but you refused to help me! Am I not even allowed to save myself?"

"Save yourself? You’re hopelessly stupid!"

"I’m stupid for thinking you would help the Yves Family!" Vera Yves sneered coldly, "If you’re here to scold me for Cecilia Vaughn, I won’t entertain you!"

With Tristan Valentine’s help, Mark Yves wouldn’t go to jail, and Cecilia Vaughn would certainly be upset.

Vera Yves pushed him away, but he pinned her against the wall again, "Treating your father-in-law’s lover, do you think your grandma can protect you on this one?"

Vera Yves was calm, "During the treatment, your dad shouldn’t let anything happen to me."

Winston Valentine suppressed the urge to choke her, "Then you’d better have exceptional medical skills to ensure that woman lives a long life! Otherwise, no one can protect you!"

Winston Valentine slammed the door and left.

Vera Yves leaned against the wall, catching her breath. Melinda Shelby’s return at this time probably wasn’t a coincidence, but she had already promised Tristan Valentine, this path she could only grit her teeth and continue.

The next morning, Vera Yves drove to Tristan Valentine’s private villa.

The villa was halfway up the hill, not very large in area, and the decor was quite modest.

When Vera Yves entered the living room, Tristan Valentine was crouched down, feeding the woman in the wheelchair some medicine, but the medicine was too bitter, and the woman refused to open her mouth. Tristan patiently coaxed her, all his usual authority gone.

The woman was about the same age as Tristan Valentine, very thin, with frighteningly pale skin, and wearing a hat.

Because of the long-term suffering from illness, her eyes were sunken, her cheekbones protruded, yet it was not hard to see that she must have been very beautiful when she was young.

Noticing Vera Yves’s entrance, a glimmer of brightness appeared in the woman’s dull eyes, and she croaked, "Who is she?"

Tristan Valentine stood up and handed the medicine bowl to a servant beside him, "She’s Winston’s wife and the new doctor I found for you."

The woman’s gaze rested on Vera Yves, and she smiled, "What’s your name?"

Seeing the rare smile on the woman’s face, Tristan Valentine breathed a sigh of relief.

Vera Yves stepped forward, "My name is Vera Yves."

"I’m Cleo Sutton."

"Hello, Aunt Sutton." Vera Yves returned with a friendly smile.

Next, Vera Yves took Cleo Sutton’s pulse, conducted a facial examination, and inquired about her current medication.

Cleo Sutton’s body had deteriorated for too long, and the situation was not optimistic.

Vera Yves walked into the living room with Tristan Valentine.

"I’m not confident I can cure Aunt Sutton," Vera Yves answered truthfully, "Her body has suffered significant damage due to the primary illness and long-term medication. I can only try to nurse her health first and then treat her symptoms, at most I can only guarantee two years."

"Two years?" Tristan Valentine was somewhat agitated, "Earlier Mr. Yves said at least ten years."

Vera Yves’s gaze deepened, "That was three years ago, and I’m not very talented. The medical skills I learned from my grandfather are limited. If I’m not mistaken, the prognosis given by your medical team should be half a year."

Tristan Valentine looked at her in surprise.

Vera Yves remained composed, "Three years ago, you already missed the best treatment opportunity."

As for why they missed it, both of them knew. At that time, Vera Yves’s grandfather had an incident, and his medical skills were questioned, so Tristan Valentine sought out other famed doctors.

After leaving Tristan Valentine’s villa, Vera Yves went to the hospital. Mark Yves was already able to get out of bed, though he still needed assistance. He was speaking more fluently than before and clamoring to confront Cecilia Vaughn.

Vera Yves looked at him coldly, "I’m telling you, keep this matter to yourself from now on."

"What I did... I’ll admit to. What I didn’t do, why should that woman pin on me?" Mark Yves was very angry.

"Do you have evidence?" Vera Yves looked at him helplessly.

Mark Yves gritted his teeth in anger.

Vera Yves said hatefully, "In the future, mind your own business and don’t get involved in my affairs with Winston Valentine!"

"Who would ask you to not even win over your husband’s heart!"

Vera Yves’s eyes darkened, she had understood for a long time that there were many things in this world that couldn’t be achieved by effort alone.

When Vera Yves returned to the old house, she saw Melinda Shelby as soon as she entered.

Melinda Shelby asked coolly, "Where have you been?"

Vera Yves maintained her composure, "To the hospital, to see my brother."

"How long have you been married to Winston?"

"Three years."

"Then why haven’t you shown any signs of pregnancy?"

Vera Yves’s face turned a bit pale, "We don’t have any plans to have children for now."

Melinda Shelby sneered, "Have you been examined at the hospital? Is it because you had a miscarriage right after marriage, so your body’s no longer capable?"

"I know my body well, there are no problems."

Melinda Shelby’s gaze turned cold, "So, you’re confident in your medical skills?"

A chill ran down Vera Yves’s back.

"I’ve scheduled a check-up for you, go to the hospital tomorrow," Melinda Shelby gave her a look-over, speaking with disdain, "If you can’t have children, as Mrs. Valentine, you’re truly useless."

After Melinda Shelby left, Vera Yves breathed a sigh of relief.

Vera Yves had written a treatment plan for Cleo Sutton. Unknowingly, it was already eleven o’clock; she glanced downstairs through the window, and Winston Valentine had not yet returned.

Vera Yves took a shower, turned off the lights, and lay under the covers. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist. Vera Yves flipped over, and the man’s lips descended with a strong scent of alcohol.