Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride

Chapter 1390 - 1384: The “Uncle and Nephew” Come to Blows

"I don’t know!" Violet Zimmerman suddenly stood in front of Joseph Lancaster, raising her voice to sternly reprimand him, her actions clearly protecting him.Seeing his mother’s reaction, Evander Lancaster let out a sneer, his eyes filled with feigned amusement as he asked, "You don’t know?"

As he spoke, he glanced at his mother’s instinctive actions, noting that Violet’s hand was lightly touching Joseph’s, shielding him behind her.

"Isn’t it obvious?" Evander raised his chin, speaking with implication.

Violet...

Following her son’s line of sight, Violet only then realized her reaction was too intense. She retracted her hand like a jolt of electricity, clasping them in front of her, calming her nerves as she spoke righteously.

"Evander, since you came back on your own today, let’s clear this up. I’ve already arranged the marriage with the Quinn Family. I’ve always let you do as you wished, but from today on, you must follow my arrangements."

"Follow your arrangements? I am an adult, not a child who hasn’t been weaned!" Evander felt both helpless and amused. From the day he moved out, he had already decided to separate from this family, getting used to making his own decisions and not wanting to be anyone’s puppet.

"Even as an adult, you are still my son! Whatever I say, you must listen!" Violet raised her voice again, and behind her, Joseph let out a gentle cough, as if reminding her of something.

Violet took a deep breath, suppressing her displeasure to speak in a more even tone, "Evander, you’re your mother’s son. How could mom ever harm you? Since you were a child, you listened to mom... but later, you..."

At this point, Violet’s voice choked up, and she raised her hand to cover her nose, crying bitterly with a pang.

Seeing his mother’s fragile appearance, Evander’s eyes wavered. In his childhood memories, his mother was always a gentle and kind woman, but it was this gentle woman who, behind his father’s back, was with his second uncle...

"Mom, do you know why I changed so much?" Evander forced a bitter smile, a self-mockery.

"Why?" Violet asked instinctively, while Joseph, standing behind her, tightened his eyes slightly.

"Hmph!" After a dismissive laugh, the dazed look in Evander’s eyes disappeared, replaced by a clarity.

"Mom, do you remember when I moved out to live?"

"I remember, it was during your senior year of high school." Violet nodded instinctively, and behind her, Joseph clenched his hands, his squinting eyes watching as Evander’s lips curled into a smile.

"Do you know why I moved out?"

"Why?"

At this moment, Violet was completely controlled by her son, as if her thoughts aligned with his. From his eyes, she saw disdain, yes, disdain and loathing. Violet’s clenched hands couldn’t help but grip tighter.

"Because..." Meeting his mother’s slightly panicked eyes, Evander said each word slowly, "I saw something that shouldn’t have happened. My mother, with her own uncle-in-law, behind her husband’s back, rolling between the sheets!"

Evander could never forget that scene. On the large bed, Uncle Joseph pressed his mother underneath, their lips locked together...

Once, that image became a haunting nightmare, waking him many times with cries of "No" from sleep.

At that time, his father’s health was already deteriorating, spending most of his time in a wheelchair. Occasionally wanting to move, he needed support, yet his mother did such a disgraceful thing while his father was suffering.

In the year he took the college entrance exams, his father passed away before the results were even released. The reason he applied to medical school was to one day cure his father’s illness...

But fate didn’t give him that chance; his father didn’t even see his acceptance letter.

He personally witnessed the scene of his mother’s betrayal of his father, so he couldn’t be as filial as his older brother.

He couldn’t accuse his own mother, but he couldn’t pretend as if nothing had happened either. That’s why he lived outside from high school, working part-time during vacations, staying in dormitories until graduation, using his savings and the help of a few brothers to open a small clinic, gradually building his career...

"No, it’s not like that, Evander, things aren’t as you think..." Violet grasped her son’s jacket, shaking her head incessantly. At this time, her face had lost all color, and her previously indisputable dominance was gone.

"Your uncle and I... we two..."

"Mom, you are my biological mother," Evander interrupted his mother, his eyes full of pain, "You used to be the person I respected and loved most, but your behavior, really makes me ashamed! You betrayed father, seducing uncle, yet on the surface, you act so high and mighty. As such a mother, how do you have the right to interfere in my life?"

Evander’s words were a flurry of needles, pricking through, each piercing the heart with suffocating pain, as memories flooded back overwhelmingly... The future grandmother of the Lancaster Family, a status envied by all women, but only after marrying in did she realize that this status brought her nothing but endless torment and humiliation...

(The story of Violet and her uncle will have a small sideline at the end)

Violet stepped back, nearly collapsing to the ground, quickly supported by Joseph, who guided her to sit on the sofa. The man in his fifties turned to Evander with an uncharacteristic seriousness.

"You wastrel!"

"I’m the wastrel? Ha!" Evander let out a cold laugh, his eyes suddenly turning sharp, the two men of equal height both equally furious.

"There are plenty of wastrels in the Lancaster Family! Using their position to fornicate with the sister-in-law, in the past, that would have been cause for execution by slow slicing!"

"Wastrel!" Another harsh rebuke, Joseph quickly rushed over and threw a punch at Evander, catching him off guard.

Stumbling back a few steps, blood starkly seeped from the corner of Evander’s lips.

Pushing against the corner of his lips with his tongue, Evander raised a finger to wipe, seeing the bright red on his thumb, his eyes turning cold, charging at Joseph before Violet could intervene, grabbing his suit’s collar and delivering a punch.

In the spacious living room, the two men fought, Evander punching while gritting his teeth, "This punch is on behalf of my father, for your despicable behavior that ignored brotherly ties... and this punch is for myself, to teach you not to seduce my mother..."

"You damn wastrel, I’ll beat you to death today!" Joseph wasn’t backing down either. For a man in his fifties well-maintained, it was prime physical condition, and neither gained an advantage in the scuffle, both clinging to each other’s collars, swinging fists.