Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Chapter 44

“Blair!”

“Blair, are you alright?”

Martha and Beatrice ran in as fast as they could.

“Mom? Why are you here?”

Blair frowned and looked sternly at Tracey.

Tracey immediately waved her hands and shook her head. “I’m not the one who told her.”

Martha glared at Tracey and said harshly, “How could you not tell me when your brother is so heavily injured? If Beatrice hadn’t informed me in time, I’d still be in the dark.”

Tracey hurriedly explained, “Mom, I was just afraid you’ll be worried—”

“Are you afraid I’ll be worried or that I’ll blame Mable, that b*tch?! Hmph. You’re an ungrateful daughter indeed! You only know how to defend her. Is she the one who feeds and clothes you?”

Mable was just walking through the door when she heard Martha’s words. She subconsciously stopped in her tracks.

‘What does she mean by that?’

“Mom…”

Tracey bit her lip and looked at Martha with reddened eyes. She felt very aggrieved.

“Don’t call me that. I don’t have a daughter—”

“Enough!”

Blair shouted coldly and cut her off.

Martha knew Blair and Tracey were close as siblings. So, she was sensible and did not say anything further.

“Blair, I met Mable outside. Do you know how bold she is now? She even dared to hit me!”

Martha immediately complained about Mable’s “crime”.

“That’s right, Blair. Mable was so arrogant. She almost made Aunt Martha fall. Aunt Martha is her mother-in-law and an elder, after all. Yet, she was so disrespectful to Aunt Martha.”

Mable held her arms and leisurely leaned against the wall outside the ward. She did not go in.

She wanted to see what tricks the two women had up their sleeves.

While thinking, she heard Blair’s voice coming from the ward.

“Mabes has always been good in front of me. She wouldn’t have done anything if you hadn’t offended her!”

Mable was lost for words.

‘When have I been well-behaved in front of him since regaining my memory?’

Solomon chuckled softly. ‘Master Blair is so quick to protect Mable now.

‘It seems he’s really trying to get her back.’

Martha glared at Blair. “What do you mean by that? Are you saying that it was my fault?”

“Mom, you’re the elder. You should love those younger than you.”

Martha was aggrieved. She responded, “Blair, I never agreed to your marriage with Mable. A woman like her doesn’t deserve you. If it weren’t for her, would you have been injured this time?

“She’s just a troublemaker who brings bad luck! You don’t like her anyway, so hurry up and divorce her. Beatrice is a good girl. You should learn to cherish her!”

Beatrice stood behind Martha and shyly lowered her head when she heard that.

In Martha’s opinion, Beatrice was the preferred candidate to be the daughter-in-law of the Fowlers. As long as Martha approved of her, she had one foot in the family.

Blair leaned against the pillow and clenched his fists under the blanket.

Seeing as he did not say anything, Martha spoke sterner with a straight face, “Blair, did you hear me? I’m being serious. You must divorce Mable as soon as possible!”

“Impossible!” Blair uttered coldly.

Outside the ward, Mable’s eyes flickered when she heard that.

Blair looked at his mom, who was sitting beside him. “Mom, I’m only saying this once, so you’d better listen carefully. I won’t divorce Mable, nor will I marry another woman!” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He was decisive and domineering!

“What did you say?!”

Martha stood up in a flash, enraged. “You’ve been bewitched by that vixen, haven’t you?!”