Chapter 1563 Outburst
"Hey Michael, Laura doesn't want to take your call right now, so she asked me to handle it," Derek said calmly. "She's putting Maeve to bed. If you want to see Maeve, you can always visit her at the Presidential Palace during the day."
"Why are you still there if she's putting Maeve to sleep?" Michael snapped, jealousy dripping from his voice. "Derek, what are you trying to say?"
"You two are divorced," Derek reminded him, trying to keep things civil. Arguing with Michael was pointless.
"Even if Laura and I are divorced, she's still the mother of my child," Michael shot back angrily. "Stay away from Laura."
"Michael, it's late. If you have time to worry about Laura, maybe you should spend more time taking care of Megan." Derek ended the call.
Not even two seconds later, Michael called again.
Derek frowned. Michael must be losing it tonight, calling non-stop.
Honestly, Derek used to look up to Michael when he was younger, but now he had lost a lot of respect for him. Michael made his own choices. Just a few days ago, he had a big wedding with Megan, and now he was blowing up Laura's phone.
Michael had no sense of responsibility and was reckless.
Derek decided to block Michael's number.
When Derek got back to the bedroom, Laura had put Maeve to sleep, and Maeve was still nursing from a bottle.
Seeing Derek, Laura handed him the bottle, then gently placed Maeve on the bed. "Why did Michael call?" she asked softly.
"I don't know. When he heard my voice, he accused me of staying with you so late and told me to leave," Derek said, handing her the phone. "I hung up, but he kept calling back. I was afraid he'd disturb you, so I blocked him."
"Michael must be out of his mind," Laura said with disgust. "He used to stay out all night with Megan and didn't think it was inappropriate. Now it's just nine o'clock, and he thinks it's not right for us to be together. He really has double standards."
"A man and a woman staying together late at night, unwilling to part, proves a certain truth," Derek laughed, hugging her from behind.
Derek lowered his head and couldn't help but kiss Laura on the cheek.
Laura blushed.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside, and the door wasn't closed. She quickly pushed Derek away.
"Laura, is Maeve asleep?" It was Arabella Pearl who came in.
"Yes," Derek quickly covered his mouth and yawned. "Maeve was really fussy tonight. She insisted I play with her. Even Laura couldn't calm her down. I played with Maeve until she finally fell asleep."
"Maeve really likes you," Arabella said with a smile. "You're the man Maeve sees the most. She may not understand what a father is yet, but she already sees you as very important."
"Yes, Arabella, please sterilize the bottle. I'm going to bed." Derek handed the bottle to Arabella, then turned and winked at Laura before leaving.
After the room quieted down, Laura chuckled softly.
On the other side, after Michael called many times and couldn't get through to Laura, he realized she had blocked him. 'Damn Derek, it must have been him.'
Michael slammed his fist against the steering wheel. Everyone at home was saying Derek liked men, but Michael didn't buy it. Derek was too slick, probably scheming to get Laura.
Michael shouldn't have gotten divorced. But now it was too late to regret.
A feeling of collapse lingered in Michael's heart, but he couldn't find a way to vent it.
At midnight, Michael stumbled home, reeking of alcohol.
As soon as he walked in, he saw Megan sitting in a wheelchair, tears streaming down her face. "Why didn't you answer my calls? I called you more than ten times tonight. Are you deliberately avoiding me?"
"No, I was just out socializing and drank too much. I fell asleep in the car and didn't hear it." Michael rubbed his aching temples, feeling exhausted and not having the energy to comfort her.
"If you drank too much, why didn't you have the driver bring you home? Michael, since we've gotten married, you come home later and later. You avoid my touch. Do you despise me because I can't walk or have children? Do you regret it?" Megan looked at Michael, his shirt lazily unbuttoned, walking unsteadily, his face flushed. His disheveled appearance instantly triggered her.
In the past, she could control herself, but recently, she couldn't get satisfied at night, and during the day, she was alone in a luxurious but cold mansion.
Even if she wanted to go out, her legs wouldn't allow it. Sometimes, when the servants took her to the street, she had to endure the strange looks from others.
Megan, who was once adored by everyone, had never experienced such a feeling.
She waited and waited, and finally, he came back. Her anger could no longer be contained.
Michael didn't want to deal with her and headed straight upstairs.
"Say something," Megan grabbed his sleeve angrily. "You don't even want to talk to me now? Or are you thinking about Laura? You miss her because she's healthy, but don't forget, who made me like this? Who harmed our child?"
"Have you said enough?" Michael lost control and shouted.
The room suddenly fell silent. Megan stared at him in disbelief, not expecting Michael to yell at her.
A few seconds later, she started crying. "You're yelling at me, Michael. We've only been married a few days, and you're already yelling at me. What's the point of living? I might as well just die."
With that, Megan started wheeling herself toward the wall, aiming to crash into it.
Michael, exhausted, still stepped forward to stop the wheelchair.
"Let go of me. I don't want to live anymore. Life is too meaningless," Megan hit him with all her strength.
Michael stood still until she was too tired to hit him and started sobbing.
Megan thought Michael would comfort her as he used to, but even though she cried until her throat hurt, Michael didn't say a word.
Gradually, Megan stopped crying and looked at him sadly, "Michael, do you know, you're all I have now. I can't be a mother, can't walk, can't finish eating by myself."
Michael looked down at Megan's hand and suddenly asked, "Megan, on the day you were kidnapped, was it really Laura who cut your tendons?"
"If it wasn't her, who else could it be?" Megan cried after a moment of hesitation.
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