All Chapters of Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford: Chapter 451 - Chapter 460

Vance sat there in stunned silence, having not said a single word the entire time.The lawyer was speechless. Wasn't Lucas supposed to be the easier one to talk to?"By the way, how qualified are you as a lawyer? Didn't you read her case file before taking her on?" Lucas said, twisting the knife even deeper. "She tried to poison Mr. Bradford. Do you think he's stupid enough to vouch for her now?"Vance paused at his blunt words.The lawyer pushed up his glasses. "Of course, I reviewed the file. But Miss Welch insisted that Mr. Bradford didn't blame her and that it was never her intention to harm him. She said she is the person he loves most, and no matter what she's done, he'll always forgive and save her."He cleared his throat and looked at Lucas. "She also mentioned that you are the soft-hearted one who always protects her.""Bullshit!" Lucas exploded. "He's an idiot, not me!"Vance was speechless."Let me make this very clear," Lucas continued. "If we stay out of this case,

"Who is it? Do I know her?" Sonia asked, having never been interested in Aiden's affairs.Isabelle nodded. "It's Catherine. I was afraid it would hurt you, so I didn't dare say anything."Sonia paused, then heaved a sigh of relief. "You know what? They're made for each other.""Huh?" Isabelle was surprised by her composure."Aren't they?" Sonia smiled. "Two rotten people together—a match made in hell!""That's right," Isabelle chuckled. "But I don't think that baby will be born. I know Catherine's type; she's all about self-interest. She cheated on Vance and tried to pin the child on him. Now the truth is out, and Aiden is in jail. What good does having that baby do for her?""Yeah," Sonia agreed. "But none of that concerns us. Let the trash stay far away."...Far away in another country, Rebecca heard bits and pieces about the changes happening back in Soliaridge. Hugo would report to Gabriel, and on weekends when she went back to Kaitlyn's house, she would catch a word or tw

The phone lying on the rug lit up as a message came in. Rebecca picked it up and saw it was from Desmond.It read: [Come outside and see the snowman!]"Snowman?" She put on her coat and opened the door before a gust of cold wind rushed in.In just one afternoon, the snow outside was already half a foot deep. In the garden next door stood an ugly little snowman. Desmond was standing beside it with a big grin, waving enthusiastically.She walked over and noticed the snowman had a rose in its mouth."His name is Little Snow.""That's the most half-hearted name I've ever heard.""But his attitude isn't half-hearted." He suddenly pulled a bouquet of roses from behind the snowman. "Little Snow wants to give you these flowers and wishes you a happy vacation."She smiled at him without a word. His face flushed red, and his hand holding the flowers shook a little.Unknowingly, they had already been here for nearly half a year. Desmond's feelings had been obvious, and she naturally unde

Rebecca frowned, and Desmond forced a smile. "Yeah. When my dad isn't busy, he cooks for my mom. I learned it all from him."It was like carrying on with the family tradition. She hadn't expected that.She didn't believe a household had to have the woman cook. In a wealthy family like Desmond's, there were probably countless housekeepers and even professional chefs.Sean must be very busy, yet he still cooked for Joyce often? It made sense that a child's character was shaped by what they saw every day at home.For example, the way her parents behaved had produced someone like Emmett. It was no surprise. And with parents like Desmond's, the child they raised...She didn't quite know how to describe it, but it should be someone like Desmond.They were both dancers, so their diets were relatively simple. Last night had already been indulgent, so the breakfast was light.Afterward, Desmond offered to take her to the clinic.The snow had stopped during the night, but the temperature

Vance had seen the snowman in the neighbor's garden and wanted Rebecca to have one too, even though she might never come back to him.He watched from a distance, hoping she would feel at least a little surprised. Even if she didn't want to talk to him, the snowman might bring her a tiny bit of joy.Yet she not only threw away the card but also asked Desmond to pour hot water on the snowman.One bucket wasn't enough. The man kept pouring more. What was he trying to prove?Watching the snowman's head start to melt, Vance couldn't take it anymore. He got out of the car and marched straight over."Hey, what the hell are you doing?" he barked.His clothes still had the mud Desmond had splashed on him that morning, and during the snowman-building, half of him had gotten soaked with snow.He looked quite disheveled."Can't you see?" Desmond sneered. "The snow made the ground slippery. I'm clearing away the trash so Becky doesn't slip and fall."He had never dared call her Becky befor