CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 92: WISHING YOU A SMOOTH DIVORCE

Victoria Sinclair gently shook her head, "No need, thank you."

Jenny Vaughn kept a stern face, grabbing Vivian Miller’s hand and pulling her outside, muttering quietly, "Why did you call her? I feel completely uncomfortable whenever I’m with her."

As they walked and talked, their voices faintly reached Victoria Sinclair’s ears.

"Jenny, she is at least your cousin’s wife, don’t be like this."

"She’s both aloof and scheming, I just can’t like her. I prefer girls like Sister Vivian, lively and frank, kind-hearted, carefree, and always smiling."

Victoria Sinclair didn’t take Jenny Vaughn’s words to heart but felt a sense of helplessness and walked towards Eugene Vaughn.

Eugene waited for her, entering the villa together.

The splendid living room was filled with various large red baskets and gift boxes, creating a festive atmosphere.

A group of women sat in the living room, some of whom she didn’t know, likely relatives from her second aunt’s maternal family.

Victoria Sinclair felt a bit awkward, unsure of how to greet them.

Eugene suddenly held her hand.

In that instant, her heart felt warm, like she had taken a stabilizing pill, allowing him to lead her.

Eugene escorted her over, greeting first, "Grandmother, Second Aunt, Aunt, Uncle..."

Victoria Sinclair only needed to follow Eugene’s greeting, and she politely repeated it.

The women nodded with pleasant smiles.

Eugene’s grandmother beamed, "It’s my eldest grandson and granddaughter-in-law who have returned, have you had dinner yet?"

Eugene: "Not yet."

Eugene’s grandmother: "Then quickly go have dinner, in the backyard, we just finished ours."

"Okay." Eugene courteously said goodbye to the other relatives, leading Victoria Sinclair to leave.

Faint voices trailed behind them.

"Your granddaughter-in-law is really beautiful! Perfect match with Eugene, talented and beautiful!"

"Indeed!"

"Do they have children yet?"

"Not yet, young people don’t like having children too early."

Victoria Sinclair sighed deeply.

The backyard held an outdoor buffet, brightly lit and dazzling.

There were more people here than in the living room, mingling and socializing.

Eugene didn’t take her to greet relatives, heading straight to the food table, handing her a plate, "Eat a little first, we’ll be busy later."

Victoria Sinclair took the plate, looking at the array of food, choosing her favorites, "What will we be busy with later?"

Eugene picked up a cup of warm water, sipping it, "My family is quite traditional, many formalities, not really sure what exactly, Grandma will teach you later."

"Teach me? Why?"

"Traditional culture needs to be passed down, she certainly wouldn’t want to see our future daughter get married without our understanding or preparation."

Victoria Sinclair’s hand paused slightly while selecting food.

Her reaction was caught by Eugene’s eyes, and a hint of disappointment flashed by.

Victoria Sinclair put down her chopsticks, looking at him with low spirits, changing the topic, "Are you not eating?"

Eugene finished his water, set down the cup, and picked up a clean plate, "I’ll have a bit."

Victoria Sinclair waited for him to finish selecting food, then sat at the dining table with him.

At such a grand family banquet, Victoria Sinclair always felt insecure; her introverted personality wasn’t suited for socializing, and when there were many relatives, she felt particularly lost, nervous, and uneasy.

Staying by Eugene’s side eased her nervousness and fear.

The two quietly ate their dinner, contrasting sharply with the bustling atmosphere around them.

"Victoria Sinclair."

A slow and deliberate murmur reached them.

Victoria Sinclair and Eugene both looked up towards the source of the voice.

Ethan Vaughn was holding a wine glass, walking with a casual, lazy stride, pulling out the chair next to Victoria Sinclair and sitting down.

He smiled cheerfully, staring at Victoria Sinclair.

Eugene put down his utensils, taking a napkin to wipe his mouth, his expression cool and somber.

Victoria Sinclair maintained surface politeness, greeting him courteously, "Uncle."

Ethan Vaughn responded sweetly, "Hey."

He rested his head on one hand, elbow on the table, casually glancing at Eugene, "Bro, I heard from Mom that Victoria Sinclair has already filed for divorce, is that true?"

Victoria Sinclair’s hand froze, looking at Ethan Vaughn puzzled.

The fact that she filed for divorce was known only to her, Eugene, and Angela Austin.

How did they find out?

Eugene’s face turned ashen, glaring at him with piercing eyes, saying nothing.

The pressure of his stare made Ethan Vaughn uneasy, yet he pretended to be calm, raising his eyebrows, then turning his gaze to Victoria Sinclair, "You’re brave indeed, confronting the forces of evil, you should utilize the law as your weapon. If you need help, just let me know, I’ll fully support you."

Eugene’s hand on the table slowly clenched into a fist, veins on its back becoming visible.

A powerful chill enveloped the area, creating a tense atmosphere with a dangerous pressure.

He spoke each word icily, "If you don’t want to die, stay far away."

Ethan Vaughn swallowed nervously, stood up, feigning provocation in a roguish manner, "Wish you two a smooth divorce."

With those words, he pocketed his hands, whistled cheerfully, and left casually.

Victoria Sinclair looked at Eugene.

She had never seen such a menacingly cold Eugene before, the dangerous and cuttingly frigid aura made her feel uneasy.

"I didn’t tell anyone about this." Victoria Sinclair explained anxiously.

"Mm." Eugene responded, getting up to leave.

Victoria Sinclair felt as if a piece of her heart had been dug out, leaving her empty inside, her gaze trailed his back.

Worried that Eugene would ignore her in this setting again.

Even if it ends in divorce, she still feared his neglect, she disliked that kind of lonely, helpless, and hollow feeling.

Eugene reached the drink table, hand on the edge, bending over, head down, his silhouette heavy, like dark clouds pressing down, like smog enveloping, as if fallen into an abyss.

He couldn’t straighten up, lingering heavily at the drink table for quite some time.

After a while, he stood erect, went next door to pick up two glasses of clear water, and returned.

Victoria Sinclair pulled back her gaze, feeling melancholy, looking at the remaining food on her plate, losing her appetite.

At that moment, the voice of an unfamiliar man came from behind.

"Eugene."

Eugene greeted warmly, "Great uncle."

"Long time no see, come over and have a few drinks with your great uncle."

"The doctor said my liver is not good, I’ve quit alcohol."

"Oh, poor liver indeed means no alcohol."

"My wife is still eating over there, I’d better head over."

"Alright, enjoy your meal slowly."

Victoria Sinclair sensed footsteps approaching, Eugene gently placed a glass of water in front of her, then sat back beside her.

"Thank you." She turned to look at Eugene, full of worry, "Are you sick?"

Eugene drank a sip of clear water, as if nothing had happened, his demeanor composed and gentle, "Just an excuse."

"You’re quitting alcohol?"

Eugene tenderly murmured, "Things I’ve promised you, I’ll strictly adhere to."

She initially wanted Eugene to stop drinking heavily, not necessarily never touch alcohol.

Victoria Sinclair questioned, "Isn’t quitting alcohol difficult?"

"Not difficult." Eugene casually replied, "I also had a five-year smoking habit before marriage."

Victoria Sinclair was astonished.

She had never seen Eugene smoke.

"Why suddenly quit?"

Eugene sighed lightly, a faint smile, "On our first date, in the elevator, a guy smoked. Seeing you cover your nose disgusted, I quit the next day."

He spoke casually.

Victoria Sinclair listened, yet felt tumultuous inside, somewhat unbelievable for a moment.