Presiden's wild wife

Chapter 233 Back to the Browns’ villa

Elena and Logan flew back to H City. As they were just walking out of the airport, the servant of the Browns had been waiting for them for a long time. The servant said, “Sir, Madam, Mr. Brown is calling you home.”

“Cornel?”

“Yes.”

Logan sneered, “Alright.”

Jacob quickly arranged another car for them, and said to the servant, “Sorry. Sir won’t get into strangers' cars.” Then he helped Logan and Elena get into his car. He turned around and said to Roger, “Sorry, Mr. Scott. Now we are heading for the Browns. I have arranged a car for you. Please take it.”

Roger understood, and answered with a nod. “Okay. Don’t worry about me. Take your time.”

“I am so sorry.”

Roger didn’t mind at all. But he was afraid that Cornel and Jacqueline might trouble them again, so he reminded kindly, “Take good care of them. Call me if you need.”

“Yes, Mr. Scott. Thank you.”

The servant was a bit angry because no one showed him respect. But he couldn’t do anything. So he got into his car and called Cornel to report it.

They arrived at the Browns’ villa. Elena didn’t like this place due to the bad memory. As she walked into the house, the gloomy air was flooding over her.

Logan said to Cornel, poker-faced, “We just came back and didn’t even have a rest. What do you want from us?”

“Your surgery. How is it?!” Cornel asked in a sulk. He failed to contact them since then.

Logan answered indifferently, “It failed.”

“It failed?!” Cornel yelled. He looked at Elena, “How did you promise me?!”

Elena retorted, “I never promised that it would succeed!”

“Don’t argue with me! You can’t get away with it!”

Elena stopped saying anything. She was astonished that he blamed her again without any reason.

Cornel was irritated, “I told you not to do this surgery! But you didn’t listen to me! Are you happy about that result?!”

“Cornel!” George yelled at him in anger, going down from the second floor, “What are you doing here!”

“Dad! I’m telling the truth! I’ve told you that bitch is a jinx! She is bringing troubles and bad luck to us!”

“What nonsense are you talking about now!” George yelled at him in a louder voice, getting even angrier.

Cornel didn’t dare to talk back at his father, so he was silent.

Logan was fed up with this melodrama, “If you ask me here just to tell me something boring, I’m leaving now.”

“Logan!” Cornel stopped him, “I'm doing it for you! Why don’t you understand my good intention?!”

“Good intention?” Logan stared at him with cold eyes. “Then please don’t show me your good intention; it really makes me sick.”

Cornel was hurt by the coldness in his eyes, looking so miserably sorrowful now.

But Logan turned a blind eye; he didn’t care about Cornel’s feeling at all. “It’s my life, my decision, my choice. I do what I want. And it’s none of your business.”

“You are so stupid!”

Cornel didn’t understand why he would choose Elena as his wife. He had changed a lot by that bitch. He was so afraid that this bitch would ruin his perfect son.

Hearing Cornel’s mean words, Elena said, “Cornel. I wonder why you always ask Longa to divorce me. Have I done something wrong to him?”

“You know it!”

“One more question; did I do anything harmful to him?”

“Yes! You did! You forced him to do the surgery. You know he couldn't recover! And now it failed! It’s a blow to him! You make him suffer again!”

“But he didn’t get hurt, did he?”

Cornel looked at Logan. He just sat in the wheelchair, like he always did. He didn’t get worse.

Elena was controlling her anger, trying to said politely, “I know you don’t like me. But you never pushed Logan to divorce me before. Did someone ask you to do so?”

Cornel subconsciously turned to Jacqueline. But she was not in the living room now.

Elena got the answer from his reaction; it must be Jacqueline who asked him to do so.

Logan also understood it. He smiled ironically.

Cornel spluttered, “No one asks me to do anything to you. You make mistakes and you deserve the blame! What? Am I wrong?”

“I just wonder why you turn your tune.” Cornel showed no feeling to her; he just ignored her. But now, he was hating her and trying so hard to dispel her. That was so strange.

George was unhappy to know that Cornel was so mean to Elena. He decided to take her side.

“Grandpa. We are going home now. Have a good day.”

“Alright. Have a good rest. If Cornel is still mean to you, I will punish him!” George said.

Cornel wasn’t happy, “Dad!”

Logan curled his lips, putting his hand on Elena’s belly, “She needs a good rest for two.”

George was about to lecture Cornel. But Logan’s words stopped him.

“Elena…for two? You mean…you are pregnant?”

Elena blushed, saying in a happy tone, “Yes. Grandpa. It’s been a month.”

“Baby! You have a baby!” There was a sparkle of excitement in George’s eyes. He asked, “Do…do I have a great-grandson?!”

Cornel was shocked. “It’s impossible! You tell us you are pregnant at this point?! She must tell lies! Dad, don’t…”

George slapped Cornel on his shoulder. “Shut your fuck up! Do you mean that I won’t have a great- grandson? How dare you!”

“No, it’s not what I meant.”

“Then what do you mean?! If you break my hope, I’ll put you in a coma!”

George turned to look at Elena much kinder than he used to be. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Elena felt flattered by George’s attitude. Logan tried to calm George down, “Grandpa, you will scare the baby.”

George quickly composed himself and kept silent.