Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 1255

"Do you not want to see us hurt, or do you not want to see him hurt?" Xavier questioned coldly, his tone icy and harsh.

"He is my husband and the father of my children. You are my friend." Veronica shook her head. "If I had known it would come to this, I probably wouldn't have wanted to know you." If it were not for her, none of this would have happened. "You have your choices, and if you insist on seeking revenge for Melissa, I won't oppose it. But you should be clear that her death has nothing to do with Matt. If anything, she brought it upon herself."

She sighed deeply. "Take care." With those words, she turned around, lost in her thoughts, and did not look back.

Xavier stood in place, watching her figure as she walked away. His hands clenched tightly in his pockets, and a pained expression appeared on his handsome face. 'If I had known it would come to this, I probably wouldn't have wanted to know you.'

He knew Veronica was caught in the middle, but he would never forget to avenge his sister's death. "If he dies and you insist on taking all the blame yourself…" His voice trailed off sadly. "I will give you an 'explanation'."

A broken home, a lost family, and the love of his life married to his enemy—all the tragedies in this world seemed to revolve around him. The only belief that kept him going was to eliminate Matthew.

When Matthew "died" before, he thought he had let go of his worries and could not bear to leave Veronica, who was about to join the hidden clan, so he followed her. Little did he know that Matthew's death was merely part of their plan.

Xavier wheeled around and returned to his suite. He walked to the window and glanced at Veronica leaving the hotel, watching her enter a car and drive away. At that moment, it felt like something was being pulled out of his body, spreading pain throughout his limbs; even breathing was painful.

After she left in the car and could not contact Matthew, she could only return to Mountainside Gardens. Without feeling sleepy, she took two bottles of wine and glasses from the rack and went upstairs. Sitting in the bedroom, she turned on the TV, but since she was not wearing the mini translation earpiece, she could not understand what the people on TV were saying.

Of course, she was uninterested in the dramas and merely drank one glass of wine after another. The wine entered her throat—slightly spicy and sweet—but her heart was bitter.