All Chapters of Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Vance shot her a sullen look. "Mr. Schroeder, hospitals have visiting hours, right? The patient needs rest now, so..."His message was clear. He wanted Desmond to leave.Desmond felt a flash of embarrassment. He truly disliked this man. In any other setting, he might have pushed back.But this was a hospital. Rebecca was injured, and no matter what, Vance was still her husband.For her sake, he swallowed his irritation and got up. "I'll head out. Rest well, Rebecca. I'll visit again soon.""Sorry about this," she muttered, still angry at Vance's rudeness."No worries at all. Heal up. Catch you later." He winked—the private signal for "see you with the troupe."Once Desmond was gone, Vance stared at her. "What was that code? Catch you later? Where exactly are you two planning to meet? Don't forget who you are, Mrs. Bradford!"She pulled up the blanket. "Hospitals have visiting hours. The patient needs rest. You should leave.""You're kicking me out?" He pointed at the door. "Yo

"It's fine," Vance said. "She has a caregiver.""Come on." Catherine looked worried. "A caregiver can't compare with you. She needs you right now. We can drink any day.""Let it go, Cathy." Aiden patted Vance's shoulder. "I know Rebecca. She probably kicked Vance out. If she had even half your understanding, Vance wouldn't have such a hard time.""That's right," Lucas chimed in. "You're too reasonable. Should fight for what's yours. She is after the money and Vance's attention. You? You keep pushing him toward her."Mention of the money ignited fresh fury in Catherine. She had finally gained some of Vance's wealth, only for Rebecca to claw every bit of it back. She had already moved out of that beautifully decorated house into a hotel, and all those designer bags, jewelry, and watches had to be returned. Rebecca was ruining her life. Yet she could not let the anger show. She had to remain the gentle, understanding one.The rims of her eyes reddened. "Don't say that. Vance works

Vance's expression shifted.Rebecca offered a bright, casual smile. "Hello, Mr. Bradford.""What are you doing here? You're discharged?" His tone made it clear he was anything but pleased.She kept her smile. "Yeah. Nice running into you."His face darkened further. "Why didn't you tell me?"She shrugged. "Didn't want to bother you. Well, I'll get out of your hair.""Hold on," he called out.She raised an eyebrow. "What? You suddenly have time to drive me home?""Wait for a while. We'll go together.""No need, honey. We're not headed to the same destination."In six days, they would part ways for good.His scowl deepened. "Where are you going?""Easy, Vance." Catherine jumped in, looking nervously at Rebecca. "Don't be mad, Rebecca. He's only here accompanying me for my follow-up. The last treatment helped a lot, so we're getting another prescription.""Cathy's parents aren't in Soliaridge," Vance explained. "She's here alone, and I'm her closest friend. Who else would com

"Josette? Rebecca?" Vance looked at them in surprise.Josette assumed Rebecca had invited him. She smiled warmly. "Come sit! We've already ordered the dishes. Add whatever you like."But Vance wasn't there to eat with them.Rebecca stayed quiet. She merely tore off a piece of the complimentary bread, dipped it in the restaurant's special sauce, and savored the rich flavor.After a brief hesitation, Vance sat beside her. "No worries. I'm always busy and rarely get to eat with you guys. It's fine. I'll eat anything."Rebecca smirked. Spending so much time with Catherine had apparently taught him how to sound sweetly obliging.Vance beckoned to the waiter and ordered a steak. But before the dishes were served, his phone rang.Josette couldn't see the screen, but Rebecca caught the caller ID: Cathy Babe. Surprisingly, he rejected the call, but Catherine was persistent.A text arrived instantly: [Have you arrived yet? We're all here.]"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom," he sai

With a cold laugh, Vance seized Rebecca's wrist and tugged, breaking her grip on the gate.He stepped inside and slid an arm around her waist. "Grandma, shall we buy some fruit?"Rebecca's heart jumped because her passport was still on the table.Josette smiled, "No need. We've got plenty.""Alright." Vance looked down at Rebecca with smug triumph, daring her to make a scene in front of Josette.She pressed her lips together, deciding to let it be. She would be gone in a few days anyway.Inside, she glanced at the table at once. Thankfully, the passport had been put away."You guys take a rest. I'll cut the watermelon," Josette said, seating them."I'll do it." Vance released Rebecca, heading to the kitchen. "Where is it? Ah, found it."Summer evenings with watermelon and a cool breeze were pure bliss. The sun had set, and the yard lights came on, twinkling like fireflies among the flowers.Josette set a small table and served the sliced watermelon. Vance brewed tea, brought