All Chapters of Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

"Let the patient rest." Gabriel snatched the back of Vance's collar and hauled him away from the bed.Unable to hold back anymore, Vance spun around and threw a punch.Gabriel caught his wrist, hissing, "I said Josette needs rest. Conduct yourself now!""On what basis are you telling me to do anything?" Vance tightened his jaw. "I'm her grandson-in-law. What are you?""On the basis..." Gabriel said calmly, "I could toss you out right now.""Fine! Let's take it outside!" Vance clamped onto Gabriel's wrist, trying to yank him toward the door.Rebecca looked at Vance coldly. "Are you done making a fool of yourself?"He didn't let go. His brows knotted as he turned on her. "Why do you keep siding with him? We've known each other for 12 years. How long have you known this clown? A week? A month? And you're riding for him like he hung the moon? Do you even know his past? Is he really trustworthy?"She didn't even blink. "So what? Should I start comparing timelines with Catherine? Who

"It's not like that." Vance pinched the bridge of his nose. "I genuinely don't have time for this now.""I know you're busy." Catherine's tears spilled freely. "Everyone calls me a gold-digger. Do you think of me that way, too?""That's not what I meant.""You do!" She snatched her phone and sent the money straight back, crying harder. "I don't want your money. The whole world can think I'm after your wallet. I don't care. I only care what you think of me.""I get it. I do," he said repeatedly."Good." She smiled through tears. "Come and eat. I got your favorite poached fish.""You two go ahead. I need to go handle something," he said, starting for the door."Grab a bite first," she said, already opening the containers."I'm good." He scrolled his contacts, found a number, and dialed. "Nancy? It's me, Vance."Catherine perked up at the name and started following him.He continued, "Here is the thing. Rebecca is back, and her grandma is in the hospital. We need someone reliabl

Arriving at the hospital, Vance parked the car, grabbed the soup container, and strode into the inpatient building.But the moment he stepped into the elevator lobby and reached for the button, a couple of big men in black T-shirts closed in like a human wall.His hackles rose in an instant. "Who are you?""Mr. Bradford," the lead man said flatly."How do you know my name? What do you want?""Please go back. You're not going up.""What gives you the right to stop me? You think you're above the law?""Just doing our job. Not letting you go up to disturb the peace is the wish of the patient's family.""Family? That smug bastard? What makes him think he can butt in?" Vance snapped, recalling how that man had kept provoking him."Mr. Bradford, language. We've been perfectly civil. Foul language tends to have consequences." The bodyguards stayed polite, but their thick arms flexed like coiled springs."What, are you gonna hit me? We have laws here!" Vance was undaunted, even as th

Aiden blinked. "I know. You already told me."Vance muttered, "She still wants a divorce."The office went dead quiet.Aiden spoke. "If she wants out, let her go. You've tried everything and never screwed her over. To you, this is a relief.""A relief?" Vance echoed blankly."Yes," Aiden kept going. "This marriage wasn't what you wanted in the first place. Back then, you had no choice but to marry her. You've been carrying that weight for five years. Now that she is asking to leave, you can just sign the agreement and breathe."Vance's face turned to stone."You're not upset about it, are you?" Aiden probed.Vance stayed silent."I get it," Aiden sighed. "Five years together. Feelings creep in. You'd miss a pet after five years, but forced love never works. Time will dull the pain. Most importantly, you're not dumping her. She is the one leaving.""Say no more." Vance leaned back, rubbing his temples."All right, forget it. Come on, let's grab a drink and clear your head," A

Only then did Vance truly believe Rebecca meant every word.He pressed her hand down gently. "Wait."She looked at him. He refused to let go, stammering, "I'll read the agreement again. Is it because of him?"She stared, genuinely confused.He jerked his chin toward Gabriel. "Is it because of that guy? You think he's better than me?"Finally, she understood what he meant and shook his hand off. "Don't paint everyone with your own dirty brush. He's my...""How long have you even known him? A month? Two weeks?" he interrupted, desperate. "I never saw him in Venice, so it has to be less than half a month.""So what?""You can't judge a book by its cover. Can you really trust someone you've barely known?"His know-it-all expression made her laugh."I've known you for 12 years, so what? Are you worth trusting?""Have I ever lied to you? Haven't I treated you well?""Treated me well?" She laughed without humor. "I don't want to rehash the past; it's meaningless. Go ask Catherine