My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 331 Morris Tells Her to Get Lost!

Chapter 331 Morris Tells Her to Get Lost!

Everyone was unrelenting.

Vivian was too nervous to breathe, and stood quietly, watching the situation unfold and looking for an

opportunity to try to help Morris.

"Yes, Morris, Grandma is right. You should find a woman to marry.”

She reminded Morris.

Now, he could offer to find a woman and get engaged now, and then talk about marriage in the long

run.

Even if Morris announced to everyone now that he wanted to marry Vivian, she would not refuse.

It would be better to at least agree to it first and stabilize the situation.

But in real time, it did not go as Vivian expected.

Just as she was silently praying in her heart that Morris would say yes to this, she heard him say,

"Sorry, | can't comply.”

"You..."

Vivian was speechless for a moment, not daring to say anything more on such an occasion.

She bit her red lips lightly, anxious as if she was an ant on a hot pot, spinning around.

How could he be so stupid?

Just because she had said that she did not want to get married now, that she wanted the chance to

become strong enough to marry him when she could, he really refused Madame Cheal's request for

her sake?

In the past, Vivian would only have been anxious about the despicable things he had done.

But now, she saw in him the responsibility and commitment, and the strength to carry everything on his

shoulders.

These, then, were proof of his overly doting love for her.

Vivian was incomparably moved and guilty, and there was even a moment when she wanted to stand

up and tell everyone outright that the woman dressed as a man was her.

“Unbridled!”

Madame Cheal turned red with anger and immediately stood up, pointing at Morris and questioning him

once more, "Now, you either marry a woman; or, get the hell out of the Cheal family!”

With these words, she had already cut off Morris’ way back.

Everyone in the room could understand that Madame Cheal was giving Morris a chance, only he did

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"Grandma, it's no problem to marry a woman. But, not now.”

Vivian had promised him that she would marry him in a few years.

He could wait.

"So that means you won't listen to my words?” Madame Cheal nodded, her hand trembling in anger as

she pointed at Morris.

The maid standing beside Madame Cheal hurriedly comforted her, "Old Lady, don't get angry, calm

down, you

“What do you mean, don't get angry? You, immediatety go and take out the family rules to me.”

Madame Cheal ordered in a stern voice.

The maid was hesitant, “Old Lady, the family rules hasn't been used in years, think twice.”

“What, I can't even tell you to do now?” Madame Cheal's eyes turned red with anger as she glared at

the maid.

"I will go and fetch it now.”

The maid was naturally incapable of refuting her master’s words.

The people standing in the clan ancestral hall watched with folded arms, and some even had smug

smiles on the corners of their mouths that could not be concealed, eager to have the family rules

enforced on Morris and then be driven out of the old

mansion, so that no one would steal the position of ‘future family leader’ from them after that.

Vivian's heart was racing, and she was at a loss for words.

She leaned close to Mike and asked in a low voice, “Uncle Mike, what is the ‘family rules'?"

Although she did not know what the ‘family rules’ was, Vivian knew that it must not be a good thing.

With a frustrated sigh, Mike replied in a deep voice, “Flogging.”

“Flogging?”

The so-called ‘flogging’ was a whip covered with barbs, the kind of whip that was extremely tough and

could tickle a layer of skin with each stroke, an extremely painful criminal law.

Thinking about this, Vivian's face turned slightly white with fright.

Not waiting for her to react, the maid had already taken out the ‘family rules’.

It was a two-metre long whip, and from a short distance away, Vivian could vaguely see the hidden

barbs on the whip, which were very sharp and horrifying.

Even just a glance at it sent a chill down her back.

"Morris, stop it, it’s better to listen to my mother.” Mike stepped forward and spoke up.

A man who was an enemy of Morris was the only one in the whole room who spoke up for Morris.

For a moment, it made Vivian feel incomparably ironic.

For some reason, Vivian suddenly began to feel sorry for Morris, thinking that he was not as bright and

shiny as he appeared, but was surviving in the cracks and living with jackals.

She could imagine how difficult his life was.

Since she had already chosen him as his man, she had to protect him.

All the previous worries were no longer a matter at this moment.

With a decision made in her heart, Vivian mustered up the courage to go forward and said, “Grandma, I

have something to tell you.”

She wanted to tell Madame Cheal the truth about everything, to prove Morris' innocence.

“What do you want to say?”

Without waiting for Madame Cheal to say anything, Morris turned around, his haughty and cold pupils

looking at her, “Want to tell Grandma when I developed a relationship with that man, so as to win her

heart? Vivian, don't forget that this is the Cheal family and you are only a god granddaughter of

Grandma. What qualifications do you have to dictate my affairs?"

Vivian: "......"

What did he mean?

It was clear that Morris was saying the mast ruthless, heartiess words, but every word that landed on

her heart hurt like a needle sticking in it.

There was slight warmth in the pain.

In order to keep his promise, he had stopped her from speaking because he did not want her to expose

what had happened today.

Vivian's mind went blank, and she was at a loss for what to say.

“So Vivian already knew about you?"

"It seems you've been hanging out with that man for a long time, no wonder you haven't been touching

women.

“Mother, Morris is not governed at all, I see that he is so wild in nature that he does not deserve to be

the future head of the

Cheal family.”

"Too unbridled!"

Those people were trying to ostracise Morris in every way they could.

Madame Cheal ignored those people's words and looked at Vivian with knitted brows, "Vivian, what do

you want to say to me?”

A hunch was that Vivian should not be trying to expose Morris, but to help him.

Not only that, even Morris’ overly aggressive attitude towards Vivian had invariably revealed

something.

Morris’ eyes narrowed slightly, “There is no place for you to speak. Get out!"

He spoke once more, angrily scolding her.

Vivian stood where she was, unmoving, in silence.

Morris was still holding on to his promise, carrying everything alone. Gi

Suddenly she was confused as to what was holding him up to keep his ‘promise’? Not to mention the

fact that it was only GG

yesterday that she had agreed to spend time with him.

The two of them had only been together for a day.

Vivian couldn't help but wonder, when did this man, in fact, fall in love with her?

And how deep his love was, so deep that he was willing to bear such heavy pressure for her?

“You shut up!”

Madame Cheal reprimanded Morris, and beckoned to Vivian, "Vivian, come to me, if you have anything

to say, come and tell me. Don't be afraid, with me protecting you, no one will dare to touch you!"