My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 11 Being Taken to the Hospital by Morris Cheal

Seeing Trent, Vivian felt tightened and scared.

She didn't forget she flooded Morris Cheal's apartment a few hours ago.

"Haha, Trent, what a coincidence."

She looked at Trent with an awkward smile. She took out her phone, quickly searched for Madame

Cheal's phone number, and sent her a message.

As soon as the message was sent, Trent snatched her phone.

"Trent, what are you doing?"

Vivian pretended to be angry.

Trent didn't even look at Vivian's phone, and handed it directly to the bodyguard behind him. He said

indifferently, "Please."

He led Vivian to the side.

When the door of the car was opened, Vivian bent down and got in the car. She saw a calm man sitting

in the car with his eyes closed.

Her heart was pounding.

She swallowed hard and smiled obsequiously. "Mr. Cheal, are you... looking for me?"

The man tilted his head slightly and opened his eyes. He said with his sharp eyes looking at

Vivian,"Have you thought about how to die?"

The man only said such a few words.

His tone was extremely calm, as if he was saying that the weather was very good today.

However, these words determined Vivian's life with a kind of king's contempt.

"Haha... Of course, I want to... die of old age."

Vivian smiled toward the man, but she silently chided Morris Cheal's ancestors in her mind.

The man crossed his fingers and placed them on his abdomen. He tapped the back of his hand with his

slender fingers and said, "Trent, go."

"Ah? Where are you going?"

Vivian panicked.

While she was asking questions, Trent got in the car and started the car.

Morris Cheal closed his eyes again and did not speak.

She looked at Trent and asked," Special Assistant Stone, where are we going?"

"Hospital."

"Hospital?"

Vivian's face turned pale and felt nervous.

Thinking that Morris Cheal said he would cut her uterus today, she became more and more afraid.

She had never been afraid of anyone for so many years, but she had to admit that she was really afraid

of Morris Cheal.

It's over, it's over...

Vivian leaned weakly against the seat, not even struggling to survive.

She was waiting for Madame Cheal's call.

Ring-

The bell suddenly rang. Vivian was pleasantly surprised to see Morris Cheal pick up his phone.

She leaned over and glanced at the screen. It was Madame Cheal's number.

"Grandma, save me. Morris Cheal is going to cut off my...um..."

Vivian shouted for help, but before she could finish her words, the man grabbed her by the neck and

covered her mouth.

"Shut up if you don't want to die!"

Morris' sharp gaze shot towards her, and there was a chilling chill in his eyes.

Vivian nodded like a rattle.

Since Madam Cheal had already called, she had nothing to be afraid of.

"Grandma, what's the matter?"

Morris picked up the phone and asked.

"Where are you, guy? Where do you want to take Vivian to?"

Morris Cheal, "..."

Silence.

"Don't keep silent. I warned you If anything happens to Vivian, I would die in front of you!"

"Grandma, she's just an insignificant person."

"Of course she doesn't matter, but what I care about is the child in her belly! I know I have no long time

to live. I just want to have a grandchild and see you get married."

"What do you think she is qualified to marry me?"

"You can not marry her, but the child in her belly must be kept for me."

"Whether there is a child or not is still unknown."

" Just wait and do an examination after two months. But if you dare to hurt her during this period, I'll kill

myself to accompany your grandfather."

"..."

"Give the phone to Vivian."

Madam Cheal instructed Morris. The man's brows furrowed slightly while he tightened his phone.

Why did she win his grandmother's favor?

After hesitating for a moment, he lease Vivian and passed her the phone. At the same time, he turned

on the loudspeaker.

"Vivian?"

Madam Cheal called out.

Vivian wiped her mouth with angry, and said with a smile, "Grandma?"

"Oh, Vivian, how are you?"

Vivian proudly tilted her head and looked at Morris Cheal. She raised her eyebrows, looking like a

villain who achieved his goals.

Then, she stopped smiling and burst into tears. "Woo... Grandma, Morris Cheal said he would take me

to the hospital and cut my uterus. Woo... I'm afraid..."

Seeing Vivian's expression changed so quickly and her acting skills were even more exquisite than an

actress's, Morris' eyes narrowed slightly and his cold gaze grew deeper.

If it weren't for his grandmother's order, he would strangled Vivian to death.

"Vivian, don't cry. Don't worry. Grandma has already reprimanded him. He won't bully you anymore.

Don't worry."

"Uh-huh... I believe in grandma. But... but..."

"But what?"

"Morris Cheal takes away my phone." NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"Hum, he is really damn. Well, Vivian, don't cry. If you have anything, just tell me."

Although he only spent three days with Vivian, he had to admit that she was smart and diligent. She

was a very good girl.

The only defect was her ordinary appearance.

It wasn't that Madam Cheal felt Vivian was ugly, but that she felt Vivian was suitable for living. However,

her appearance couldn't capture Morris' heart, so there was no way to promote the marriage.

"Okay, thank you, grandma."

"Give the phone to Morris."

"Well."

Vivian responded and returned the phone to Morris Cheal.

He cancelled the volume and put the phone next to his ear, "Grandma?"

"Do you still know I'm your grandmother? You are strong and capable. Do you still have me in your

heart? How dare you take Vivian to the hospital to cut her uterus? You are so damn."

On the other end of the line, Madam Cheal was burning with anger, "Give the phone back to Vivian

immediately. From now on, I'll answer the video call for her every day. If I find anything wrong with her,

you wait to collect my corpse."

"Grandma... Beep..."

Before Morris Cheal could finish his words, Madam Cheal already hung up the phone.

He clutched his phone, and cracking sounds could be heard from his joints. His face was covered with

dark clouds, as if a storm was brewing.

Vivian looked at Morris and observed his every move. Seeing that he was extremely angry, she knew

that Madame Cheal must warn him not to bully her again.

Thinking of this, Vivian finally was relieved.

"Give her back the phone."

"Yes, boss."

While Trent Stone drove, he took out Vivian's phone and handed it to her.

"Thank you."

Vivian immediately thanked him. She just received the phone when a call came. The name on it was

"Grandma Cheal".

When she looked at the phone number on the screen, Morris Cheal also noticed it.