Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

He nodded slightly and shut the door before entering the living room with her hand in his.

In the living room, a sumptuous meal was prepared on the dining table and they gathered to have their

meal.

“Roni, your mom and I will be returning to Bloomstead with Master Crayson in the afternoon.” stated

Tony in the middle of his meal.

Veronica was stunned for a brief moment. “You’ll leave in the afternoon? Didn’t you arrive here just

yesterday?”

Snap—

Crayson slammed his cutlery down on the table. “Hmph. Your parents and I are getting older now. We

can’t take care of you forever. You are free to make your own decision regarding your marriage.” The

enraged master took a sip of alcohol from the glass with staring eyes, looking obviously displeased.

Having her meal, Daniella listened to Crayson’s words and glanced at Veronica without saying a word;

she intended to maintain neutral.

Crayson’s words held some truth, but so did Veronica’s.

At that point, Veronica suddenly realized that the meat in her mouth was not appetizing. She lowered

her head in thought while chewing the pork knuckle in her mouth. “Master Crayson, I know you’re doing

it for my own good, but my happiness is in my hands. I still want to—”

“For all you want, you can do whatever you like and let us know when the wedding is due.” Crayson

stroked his beard while speaking, then resumed eating.

After the meal, they all sat for a while before the three elders insisted on leaving. As a result, Veronica

and Matthew drove them to the train station.

Along the way, Matthew expressed a desire to have someone drive them back to Bloomstead, but he

was turned down.

At the train station, Veronica was just talking to Tony and Daniella when Crayson mentioned, “I need to

go to the toilet.”

“I’ll take you there, Master Crayson.” Matthew offered his assistance as if he was worried that the old

man would get lost.

Crayson then returned his gaze to Matthew after separating himself from the group and quietly

reminded, “I hope you will keep your promise.”

“I’m fine with not marrying for the sake of Roni,” said Matthew so casually, but the disappointment and

pain in his dark pupils were visible.

“For Tiffany’s death, I believe you must know who the murderer is. Am I right, Master Crayson?” he

asked after a brief pause.

Matthew was confident at this point that Tony and Daniella had no idea about Veronica and Crayson’s

identities even till now.

Tiffany’s death, on the other hand, was not an accident and Crayson should be well aware of the

reason.

“Boy, you are very smart. I greatly admire you,” Crayson replied as he raised his head to look at

Matthew meaningfully after pausing for a moment. “I’d be very supportive of you two getting married if

Veronica wasn’t fated with that identity.” He patted Matthew’s shoulder.

In actuality, Crayson never supported Veronica and Matthew’s marriage from the start; it was all an act

with Matthew in front of Veronica and her adoptive parents.

That night, he informed Matthew of some critical information regarding Veronica, prompting Matthew to

agree with him…

For the time being, Matthew would not register his marriage and marry Veronica.

“Sigh!”

After speaking, Crayson shook his lowered head and slowly withdrew his hand from Matthew’s

shoulder before heading to the bathroom.

Everyone entered the bus after Crayson emerged from the bathroom and Matthew handed them the

gifts he had prepared before watching them depart.

The bus was getting farther away and Veronica finally exhaled a sigh of relief. “Phew! They’ve finally

left. Fortunately, my parents aren’t aware of Tiffany’s death or they’d be overthinking it.”

“Let’s head back. I’m a little tired,” she said while holding Matthew’s hand with a lingering heaviness on

her face.

After a long, hazy day at work the next day, Veronica was invited for dinner by Yvonne and Ivana at

Shiro’s sushi.

Once they gathered at the restaurant, they ordered their food before opening up their talk. “I heard

Tiffany is dead, is that true?” Yvonne inquired, intrigued.

“Yeah. I’d heard rumors about it as well. However, due to Tiffany’s previous scandals, the Larson

Family did not dare to announce her death, so they planned to cover it up by claiming she had gone

abroad,” Ivana nodded and said.

“Yes. I heard that Mr. and Mrs. Larson are already preparing to auction the company and they appear

to be leaving Bloomstead,” Yvonne added.

In response to their questions, Veronica nodded tiredly. “Yes.”

“My God! How could something like this happen? She was just fine the other day and now she’s

gone…” Yvonne was taken aback and reached out her hand to cover her mouth.

“She’s earned it. She deserved to die because she committed far too many sins during her life,” Ivana

grumbled angrily.

Not saying much, Veronica remained uninterested and gloomy.

Upon noticing her moodiness, Ivana and Yvonne changed the subject.

“By the way, Roni, would you mind doing me a favor? My baby is over six months old and I’d like to

give birth at Westcross Children’s Hospital, but I can’t transfer the paperwork there. Any ideas on how I

can deal with it?” Yvonne said to Veronica while extending her hand to caress her stomach.

Hearing this, Veronica, who was eating California rolls, was taken aback. “You can look for Skyler!

Apparently, he has a good relationship with the hospital’s president. Your problem can be resolved

simply with a word from Skyler. I’m the last person you should look for.”

“Hey! I’m not going to look for him.” Yvonne rejected and rolled her eyes as she dipped her sushi into

the soy sauce. “He’s a jerk.”

Perplexed, Veronica turned to Ivana, hoping for an explanation.

“Don’t look at me. I have no idea what’s going on either.” Ivana shrugged helplessly.

“What happened between you and Skyler?” Veronica had no choice but to turn to Yvonne before she

became even more confused.

After all, Skyler had been there for Yvonne during her depressive period ever since she had broken up

with Conrad and the two had gradually become friends after that

The last thing that Veronica would expect was that they had a fight.

“What else could it possibly be? Skyler looks down on me, saying I’m not as good as Monica and that

I’m doomed to care for my child on my own. He even said that I should not have kept the child.” Yvonne

poked the sauce plate with her chopsticks as if to express her displeasure.

As such, her action had drawn Veronica’s attention; her willow brow furrowed slightly and she noticed a

change in the atmosphere…