Chapter 941 Throwing a Tantrum
Ava frowned and asked, "How did you know about the child?"
Vincent got up, opened the fridge, and cracked open a beer.
"You got pregnant and married another guy. The kid was born less than three months ago, so you were already pregnant when he filed for divorce. But the kid's with your current husband. So, either your ex knows about the kid and doesn't care, or he doesn't know because you didn't tell him. I'm betting on the latter 'cause he's a jerk. What kind of dad would he be anyway?" Vincent explained, taking his time.
Ava felt a lump in her throat, her voice hoarse, "He's not a bad person. He's not like what you think."
"No matter what, you can't deny he was a jerk," Vincent said.
"Vincent, nobody's perfect. Let's not talk about him anymore. It's all in the past. We grew up together, and no matter what, I don't want to hate him," Ava said.
"Got it." Vincent sat back on the couch, "He's like this because you spoiled him."
"Stop it." Ava was a bit angry.
She grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at him.
Vincent was actually pleased to see her throw a little tantrum.
He put the pillow aside, "Alright, I won't say anything more."
He opened a new can of beer and handed it to her.
Ava was feeling pretty annoyed. She took the cold beer and had a sip.
She didn't really like drinking. Beer was okay, but her neck hurt a lot from Vincent's grip, and the beer made her throat hurt even more.
She immediately put down the beer and touched her neck, frowning in pain.
Seeing this, Vincent immediately moved closer, turned her around, and lifted her chin, "Let me check it."
Her neck was swollen; he had almost twisted it off.
"I'll go get some ointment for the swelling," Vincent said.
Just as Vincent was about to get up, Ava grabbed his arm, "No need, it'll be fine in a few days. Don't worry about it."
She didn't want to put anything on her neck; it would feel sticky and uncomfortable, and it would wash off after her bath anyway.
Vincent paused slightly, then sat back down beside her.
His eyes flashed with guilt, "I'm sorry."
"Are you apologizing to Ava or to Christina?" Ava turned her head to ask him.
It was the first time she had heard Vincent apologize to her.
Vincent had apologized to her many times before, but it was always directed at Christina.
Vincent's brow furrowed slightly, "To you, it has nothing to do with Christina. Don't mention her."
Ava noticed that whenever he was sober and Christina was brought up, his expression would change, as if he was irritated or in pain, like Christina was an untouchable taboo.
"Alright, I accept your apology, as Ava," she replied quickly.
Vincent silently stared at her profile, momentarily dazed, as if he saw Christina in her. After a moment, he looked away.
He took out a key from his pocket and handed it to her.
Ava looked at him in confusion, "What's this?"
"You can leave tomorrow morning," Vincent suddenly said.
Ava was a bit incredulous, "You're letting me go early?"
Vincent sneered, "It sounds like I've been holding you captive here."
