Chapter 780 The Real Him

William had just turned when Brandon's cold voice stopped him. "William, I'm serious. This isn't a negotiation. You need to divorce Ava."

William froze. "Why?"

He turned back, anger barely contained. "I don't get it. Even my dad hasn't said anything. Why are you trying to split us up?"

"It's for your own good. You two can't be together."

"Why?"

Brandon stayed silent, and William thought he had no reason.

"Is it because Ava's pregnant with her ex's kid and you look down on her?"

"No."

"Then why?"

"William, have you regained your memory?"

If William had, Brandon would explain. If not, he'd wait.

At the mention of memory, William's fists clenched, palms sweating.

"I haven't fully recovered. I still don't remember most of it."

Brandon was half-convinced, trusting him only because he was his nephew.

"William, divorcing her is best for both of you. You'll regret it otherwise."

"Enough! Ava and I agreed that as long as I don't ask for a divorce, she won't either. She's willing to be my wife forever."

"What did you say?" Brandon stepped closer, towering over him. "She said that?"

"Yes, ask her if you don't believe me. Ava agreed because I'm the best man for her."

After all the hardships, he was finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel. And now Brandon wanted them to divorce? Ridiculous.

He wouldn't accept it. He was ready to fight.

"William, have you changed, or did I never really know you?"

Brandon hoped William hadn't regained his memory. That way, he could believe the change was due to memory loss.

If William had his memory and was still like this, it meant he had never truly known him.

"Brandon, I'll always be a Bennett."

Staring into William's cold eyes, Brandon felt helpless.

"Yes, you'll always be Dalton's son. But remember, don't go too far. You'll regret it."

With that, Brandon left.

William's fists tightened. He didn't get why Brandon was bringing this up or why he thought he was going too far.

'What a joke,' he thought.

He had to go all the way, or his enemies would strike back.

"You're just my uncle. You have no right to interfere in my marriage and my life!"

This was the first time William had lost his temper with Brandon.

He wasn't his father, and William didn't think Brandon had the right to make them divorce.

William returned to the hospital room. At the door, his face was still gloomy, but as soon as he entered, he was all smiles.

"William, you're back. What did Brandon say to you?"

William smiled and sat by the bed. "He told me to take good care of you. Brandon really cares about you."

Ava nodded. "Yes, he's like an elder, always supportive and warm."

"Isn't that great?" William held her hand. "We're all family."

Ava gently pulled her hand away and tucked it under the blanket.

William smiled faintly, showing no reaction.

He withdrew his hand.

"Honey, what do you want for lunch?"

He gently called her "honey" to remind her.

She shouldn't have pulled her hand away.