Chasing After My Beloved Wife

Chapter 72 the Richard Family Still Belongs to Shawn

"It's Shawn's unfortunate if you break up with him. He would regret it for the rest of his life for letting

you go."

He held Joye's hand tightly as he spoke, but he was still unwilling to give up and hence asked the

question again.

"Girl, tell me, do you really don't love Shawn anymore?"

Joye lowered her head before bursting into tears.

From sheer affection to love, her gaze had always fallen onto Shawn for more than 20 years now. How

could she say that she didn't love him anymore just like that? But her rationality told her that she

couldn't continue to love him anymore, at the very least.

Twenty years had passed. She'd rather take another another four decades to forget about it than

continuing to wallow in mistakes and pain.

"Girl?"

"I don't love him anymore, and I won't."

She raised her head when he called her with a low voice. Though she tried to look determined, the

overflowing tears blurred her vision, thus missing the sight of the figure flashing across outside the

ward.

"Grandpa, please take care of yourself. I have matters to attend so I'll take my leave first."

Joye was afraid that she might not be able to maintain her determination in the face of such gentleness

and care, so she let go of his hand.

"Take care of yourself too, Joye. Live every day happily."

Joye walked quickly to the door and stopped. She couldn't control her tears anymore. Her back was

stiff and she bit her lip before saying, "Grandpa, actually... the baby is still in my belly. I just... don't want

to have anything to do with him anymore."

When the old man heard this, his wrinkly eyes twinkled but the beam of hope extinguished instantly the

next second. However, he still seemed relieved. "Joye, I knew you wouldn't do that. Don't worry, your

secret is safe with me."

"Thank you, grandpa."

Leaving the ward, her eyes was already red and she couldn't see clearly. She ran into the elevator in

panic, and burst into tears as soon as the door closed.

While looking at the changing digit of the elevator, which was going down, Shawn's expression

simmered. She said she didn't love him anymore!

Dead silence filled the corridor outside the ward. Only the mirror-like elevator door reflected his

tightening jaw, and his clenching fists under his sleeves.

......

"Mum, is dad still working overtime? Why can't he spare some time to come back and play with me?"

Dalton was upset because he had not seen Shawn for several days. Despite his favourite dishes being

placed on the table, he seemed to have lost the appetite.

Vivian smiled and added a piece of sweet and sour pork rib to his plate. "The adult's world is different

from a child's. Dalton, do you want to keep your father by our sides with me in the adult's way?"

"What is the adult's way?"

Despite the confusion, just the thought of keeping his father by his side all the time had awaken his will

to try.

"In the adult way, you'll need some means sometimes. It's not as simple as just saying something right

or wrong.

"Dalton, all you have to know is that everything I tell you to do is just to keep your father staying by our

side. Got it?"

"Got it. Mum, I still prefer you calling me Dalton. Although Jasper is a nice name, it's not cute at all and

the pronunciation is hard."

The little fellow raised his head, wondering if she could change his name back to "Dalton", but she

refused.

"Remember, you are 'Dalton' in front of me. But you are 'Jasper' in front of others."

This name was given by the Richard family, symbolising the Richard family's great eldest grandson.

"Oh, I see."

He nodded unhappily and ate a few spoonful of rice. Then, he got off from the chair before heading

back to his room. Frowning, Vivian looked at the closed as her grip around the spoon tightened.

She became Shawn's acknowledged fiancee, yet all of this wasn't suffice. She wanted to become Mrs.

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"Joye Leonard, you're in my way and Shawn can't get over you yet. So don't blame me for being cruel."

Baird was bedridden in the hospital for a week. Since he had recuperated, he was discharged. His

placated anger had rejoiced Xaria as well.

That woman had lost her baby. So without the Baird's support, she wouldn't be able to cause any

trouble in the future.

In a few days, she would ask Shawn to fetch her eldest grandson home, and enjoy her days to the

fullest by then.

"Dad, you should take good care of yourself. You have to see your grandson's wedding for yourself in

future."

As Xaria broach the sensitive word, Maisie quickly signaled her to zip her mouth. However, to their

surprise, Braid didn't get angry. He was calm.

"You're right. I'll try my best to live a long life to see my great-grandson getting married and having

children."

"Dad, you're right to think this way. After all, it's our Richard family's bloodline."

"Yes, the Richard family's bloodline."

Braid nodded with a smile, but Xaria was perplexed. Could it be that the old man had changed his

temper during his days spent in the hospital? Otherwise, according to previous experiences, he would

act coldly at the mention of Vivian's child. Yet, this time, he was kind and gentle.

Before she could figure out what was going on, Baird looked at Mr. Vega, who was entering the ward.

"Vega, you're here."

"Mr. Richard, nice to meet you."

"Dad, why do you need to see Mr. Vega?"

Staring at Mr. Vega's briefcase, Xaria wondered, "Is this old codger planning to leave a will?"

The thought fleeted across her mind, and came true at the very next second. Baird got up from the sofa

with a cane in hand and announced, "I asked Vega to come to make a will."

This time, even Shawn and Yvon, who had been quiet all the time, was shocked to the core, let alone

Xaria and Maisie.

He had always been healthy and well. So why the sudden will?

"Grandpa?"

"Yvon, don't talk. Let Mr. Vega read my will first."

Mr. Vega took out the will from his briefcase and cleared his throat. "Everyone, allow me to read the

asset distribution first. From Baird Richard, Mr. Richard and his wife will have 15% of the Richard

family's shares, and the two young masters will each bestowed with 15% share."

"What about the remaining 55%?"

Hearing this number, There's a subtle change on Xaria's expression. This way, they would only get

their hands on 30% of his shares only.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Richard. For the remaining 55%, 40% of it will be the Richard family's great

grandson's fund, while another 15% of it will still be Baird's temporarily. After a hundred years only it

will be divided equally among the Richard's family."

"I see. Dad is really thoughtful."

A few moments ago, she was in fact worried that the shares would fall into someone else's hands. But

now, the weight had lifted off her chest now. The Richard's family's great-grandson was none other

than Jasper, thus the share was his. Hence, Yvon wouldn't get as much even if the 15% was divided

equally by then.

The Richard was still Shawn's.