Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 467: May Morgan’s Tragic Death

She had just returned to the hospital and happened to see Adam Owens accompanying the doctors as they brought May Morgan back from the emergency room. Adam might have been too busy, as he looked visibly displeased when he saw Maxwell Vance there.

"Why are you still here?" Adam asked Maxwell in a cold tone.

Maxwell felt quite wronged in his heart, secretly clutching the bottle in his hand, trying to appear magnanimous as he said to Adam, "I, I was worried you might get exhausted, so I thought of helping you take care of May."

Adam was about to refuse when Maxwell quickly pleaded with him, "Please let me stay, I won’t do anything."

"No way, you need to leave immediately. You’re pregnant, how can you take care of others?" Adam looked at Maxwell with disdain, gave her a push, and turned to enter May’s ward.

May’s condition had been stabilized, she was no longer vomiting blood, but her fever remained high. Adam had never seen May in such a condition before, and after hearing what the doctors said, he couldn’t help feeling particularly frightened.

He considered calling Vincent Vance to ask what was happening, but fearing May would wake and overhear something unpleasant, he took his phone outside.

Upon reaching the doorway, out of habit, he glanced around and saw that Maxwell had already left, which relieved him somewhat.

It wasn’t that he necessarily had to guard against this woman; it was just that Maxwell’s actions always left him feeling deeply despaired.

If it weren’t for the child, perhaps he would have divorced her long ago.

"Vincent, where are you? Just now, May... vomited blood," Adam called Vincent from a quiet corner of the corridor, speaking in a low voice.

Hearing that May was vomiting blood again, Vincent sighed, knowing her condition had worsened, and helplessly told Adam, "It’s the Dragon Insect in her body causing this."

"I know, but why didn’t she have these symptoms before, and now it’s so severe?" Adam asked, puzzled.

Vincent couldn’t explain it clearly over the phone to Adam, and being troubled by a strange incident at Mason Morgan’s hospital, he concisely said, "The force of the Dragon Insect in May’s body has been activated, and it’s threatening her life. I’m trying to find clues to help remove it, so take care of her for now. I’ll be back soon."

"Well... alright, please hurry, and let me know if you need anything!"

Adam hesitated for a moment, then hung up and planned to head back.

But just as he turned around, he was startled to see a figure suddenly slip into May’s hospital room.

That figure... was Maxwell!

Didn’t she leave? Why did she come back?

Adam was momentarily stunned, and a very bad premonition rose in his heart. He hurriedly ran towards May’s hospital room. As he pushed open the door, he saw Maxwell standing nervously at May’s bedside, looking anxiously at him.

Adam scanned her suspiciously, noticing her quickly throwing a small bottle into the nearby trash can.

"What did you throw away?" Adam rushed over, pushed Maxwell aside, and bent down to search for the bottle in the trash can.

He quickly found the bottle, scrutinizing its label. It was just an ordinary bottle, with nothing seemingly wrong from the outside.

"Adam, what are you doing?" Maxwell asked, feigning calm and innocence, although she was flustered inside.

Adam glared at Maxwell, holding the empty bottle, and once again questioned her, "Don’t think I didn’t see it. Did you throw this away?"

Maxwell’s eyes darted, then she quickly nodded and admitted, "Yes, I did. I saw this bottle sitting on the table uselessly, so I thought to help you tidy up. What do you mean by this, are you suspecting me?"

Adam was infuriated by Maxwell’s cunning. He was about to speak when May suddenly started coughing violently. Seeing this, Adam panicked and quickly helped her sit up.

May’s face began to turn pale, her previously feverish hot face now icy cold.

Not only her face, but even her hands, feet, neck, and whole body suddenly became cold. If she hadn’t been breathing heavily, Adam might have thought she was dead.

"May, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me!" Adam, never having witnessed such a scene, was terrified and hurriedly pressed the alarm for the doctors and nurses outside to come quickly.

Soon, doctors and nurses rushed in. Seeing May’s whole body suddenly cold and her pained expression, they too were startled.

"Th-this... Mr. Owens, shall we take Miss Morgan to the emergency room?"

The doctors were at a loss with May’s symptoms, so with no other choice, a large group of them pushed her directly towards the hospital’s emergency room.

Maxwell quietly watched everything unfold, internally feeling immense satisfaction.

It seemed likely that May wouldn’t survive. Excellent. Once she was dead, it would all be over.

Due to May’s sudden condition, Adam dared not delay and promptly called Vincent again. Vincent, hearing that May suddenly turned cold and was in pain, wasted no time rushing over as well.

And as he arrived, Maxwell, not wanting to face her brother’s reprimand, quickly took a car and left the hospital.

"Why did this happen? Weren’t you supposed to take good care of May?" Vincent rushed to the emergency room door, unable to restrain himself from grabbing Adam, who was also sitting on a chair looking remorseful, and gritted his teeth, questioning him.

Adam hadn’t expected things to turn out this way and hastily explained to Vincent, "She was fine when I called you. The doctors said May’s condition was already under control, but when I went back, she had turned like this."

Adam scratched his head, feeling overwhelmed, and suddenly an idea sparked, but then he quickly swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Knowing Vincent’s temper, if he found out Maxwell had poisoned May, he would definitely kill her. Adam wasn’t particularly sympathetic towards Maxwell; the woman had poisoned May multiple times and deserved her fate. He was merely concerned for the child in her womb. If something happened to Maxwell, wouldn’t the child in her womb die too?

The child was still his child, after all, and no matter what, he couldn’t just drag them down with him.

Vincent noticed the expression on Adam’s face and sinisterly questioned him, "What are you thinking about?"

"N-nothing... nothing." Adam quickly lowered his head in shame, trying to brush off Vincent while internally grappling with his turmoil.