CHAPTER 389: CHAPTER 389: VINCENT VANCE, I’M HERE TO SAVE YOU

"Then... can our wedding still go on?" After a pause, Victor Grant cautiously asked again.

May Morgan lowered her head, silent and speechless. Victor waited for her response for a while, but heard nothing, and his heart suddenly started to worry.

Nervously gripping the steering wheel, he kept explaining to her: "May, I admit I’m selfish. I shouldn’t have involved someone to deal with Vincent that day. If you’re still upset, you can hit me or scold me. But I really can’t live without you. I want to be with you. May, you’re the only one I’ll marry in this life!"

"Victor, can I discuss something with you?" Suddenly, May raised her head, seriously looking at Victor and asked.

Victor couldn’t decipher May’s thoughts now, but didn’t dare to say anything offensive, so he cautiously asked, "What is it?"

"Vincent is also poisoned, so he can only sit in a wheelchair now and can’t stand up. Can you take me to see Vincent? I want to help him lift the curse!"

Victor almost refused out loud, but he held back, because he knew that the cost of refusing May was the end between them.

"Alright, I’ll drive you over now." After careful deliberation, Victor finally chose to compromise.

May never expected him to agree so quickly, and hastily said to him in surprise, "Thank you, Victor."

Victor smiled bitterly and murmured, "It’s okay, as long as you’re willing to come back and marry me."

May looked at Victor with difficulty. Some words stuck in her throat, not knowing how to begin.

She wanted to return to Vincent’s side and be with him forever, but she had promised Victor to marry him. Moreover, Victor had risked his life several times to save her; this kindness, she truly couldn’t betray.

The car quickly arrived at the entrance of the Zenith Villa. Victor looked at the brightly lit villa and turned to ask May, "Are you staying tonight?"

May nervously gripped her fingers, deliberately asking Victor, "Can I stay?"

Victor managed a difficult smile, his tone low and suppressed: "Can I say no? If I say no, will you use this opportunity to fight with me, to turn against me?"

Victor’s words made May feel very embarrassed. She hurriedly lowered her head, softly apologizing, "I’m sorry, Victor. I used to have a bad temper towards you. I’ll try to change in the future."

With her saying this, Victor felt comforted enough.

He smiled gently, reached out to tousle her soft hair, and lovingly said, "Go ahead, remember to call me if anything happens."

"Okay!" May nodded, opened the car door, and stepped out.

Victor watched her enter the Zenith Villa, and until she completely disappeared from his sight, he didn’t drive away. Instead, he concealed the car nearby, turned off the engine, then took out a cigarette, lit it, and stared at the villa lights in a daze.

He didn’t want May to go see Vincent, really didn’t. Whenever the two of them got together, old feelings were bound to rekindle. But May had promised him that after tonight, she would return to marry him and would never entangle with Vincent again. This was an opportunity, one that could completely overturn things for him, so he didn’t want to miss it.

But tonight was destined to be long, as he was worried whether, being together, something they shouldn’t do would happen between May and Vincent.

Hearing that May suddenly came, Vincent hurriedly excitedly asked the servant to push his wheelchair down: "May, why did you come so late?"

May glanced down at his legs, still unable to muster any strength, and softly said, "I’m here to help you lift the curse."

Vincent was taken aback by her words, feeling a bit strange: "Lift the curse? Lift what curse? How do you know how to lift a curse?"

May clenched her fist and spoke calmly, "I know how to lift curses. I just helped Victor lift his curse earlier, and now he’s perfectly fine."

The more Vincent heard May’s words, the stranger he felt. He unconsciously turned to ask the servant to call Jacob Jennings: "Call Jacob Jennings, have him come over."

Since Jacob brought Mr. Landry to rescue Victor, he hadn’t shown up, and now May had come, yet he still hadn’t made any movement, which was abnormal.

Moreover, every night Vincent’s legs would suffer unbearably from the poison’s erosion, a time when Mr. Landry would normally help alleviate the pain within him. But until Vincent’s poison had acted, he couldn’t reach Mr. Landry by phone, and surprisingly, Jacob couldn’t be found either.

So May’s previous words definitely had another implication.

The servant went to call Jacob, but there was no answer.

Hearing that Jacob didn’t answer the phone, Vincent’s face turned ugly immediately. Jacob had always been loyal to him; it’s impossible for such a situation to occur. Did something happen today?

"Don’t look for Jacob. I’m enough!" Seeing Vincent’s face look bad, May quickly walked to his side, pushed his wheelchair towards the nearby sofa.

After pushing Vincent next to the sofa, May turned to instruct the servants, "Can you bring me a bowl and a knife, please?"

The servant gave her a surprised look, dared not ask more, and turned to fetch these two items from the kitchen.

May took the bowl and knife from the servant, without a word, gripped the knife and slashed her wrist.

"May, what are you doing?" Seeing May suddenly injure her wrist with the knife, Vincent was terrified, hurriedly holding the wheelchair to stand up, but the recent attack of the poison had almost exhausted all his strength, so he weakly fell back.

"Don’t move. I’m alright." Seeing him like this, May quickly spoke to persuade him.

She looked down at her wrist and the blood dripping into the bowl, smiled, and explained to Vincent, "I just experimented with Victor; my blood can truly lift the poison. His wound was so deep, his blood blackened, yet after drinking my blood, he was immediately fine. I believe my blood will help you too."

May’s wrist wound healed quickly. After only a small drip, the cut immediately closed. Watching the scant amount of blood, May frowned, promptly taking the knife and cutting her hand again to let the blood flow.

Vincent looked painfully at her repeatedly injuring herself, involuntarily instructing everyone around him: "Stop her immediately, don’t let her do this, I don’t need it."

Although May’s wound could heal themselves, she couldn’t escape the pain. Each time she cut herself, seeing her frown enduring the pain, Vincent’s heart hurt deeply. He would rather endure the poison’s erosion for a lifetime, would rather live in a wheelchair for life, than let her harm herself this way.