Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 363 The Dispute Between Father And Son

Hiram walked to Rachel, crouched down and held both Rachel and their daughter in his arms. "My dear

wife, you look upset. What's the matter?" he asked with concern.

Turning her head away, Rachel wiped the tears from her face, stood up and said to their

daughter,"Joyce, go and play over there, okay? Mom and Dad need to talk."

Hiram looked at Rachel, who was walking out of the room. Then he also stood up and followed her.

"What happened?" asked Hiram, walking into the bedroom and closing the door.

Rachel had just recovered from a series of depressing circumstances. It had taken Hiram a few

attempts to cheer her up. But now she seemed unhappy again.

"I visited my mom today... Someone beat her up. There were bruises on her arm. She said she was

okay, and that it was an accident but I'm not buying it. She's being harassed in there. There might be

other injuries that I don't know of. Hiram, I'm so scared for my mother." Rachel's voice trembled as she

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Hearing her story, Hiram furrowed his eyebrows. But he didn't reply immediately. Instead, he took out

his phone and walked to the balcony to make a call.

After about ten minutes, he returned.

"Kun said that two female prisoners had a fight and your mother was accidentally injured. She wasn't

involved in the fight herself. He have arranged for her to be in a separate cell. It won't happen again..."

"No." Rachel cut him off. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and continued,"It couldn't have

happened accidentally."

"I'll keep investigating. We already have the address of the prosecution witness. There will be more

clues soon," said Hiram, gazing at Rachel, looking helpless. He could only imagine how his wife was

feeling.

Closing her eyes and nodding, Rachel raised a bitter smile and said,"Hiram, can you save my mother

out of prison now? You promised that you would protect me and my mother, remember? She's also

your mother now. Every single day that she spends in that horrible place sucks the life out of me. I don't

know how much longer I can endure this."

"Rachel..."

"Can you— Can you just tell me if you can or if you cannot!" She suddenly raised her voice at him. The

emotions which she had tried hard to suppress all suddenly came rushing out. She had finally caved in

and just let it go.

She thought that she could still live with Hiram and ignore all these things. But with the development of

the case, she could no longer ignore it. The more she tried to forget, the more it occupied her mind.

Hiram looked at her with determination. As his dark eyes narrowed, he said,"Okay. Wait here, I'll be

back."

As soon as he finished his words, he turned around and left.

Rachel sank to the floor and wrapped her arms around herself. She had used up all her strength and

now she sat paralyzed. She knew that she shouldn't have forced Hiram to do it that way. He could do

anything for her, but he was just a businessman. What powers did he have to influence the police to

release her mother? She had constrained Hiram to do something beyond his power.

She also knew that Hiram had tried his best to investigate the whole thing, to the point of going against

his own father, Gavin. But the most important thing for her at the moment was to get her mother out of

prison. She just couldn't wait any longer. She had waited long enough.

She was afraid that Fannie would suffer more horrible things in prison the longer she was kept there.

She couldn't help thinking about the worst possibilities. What if her mother was seriously injured or at

worst, what if her mother was killed inside? She would not know how to deal with it and how to even

face herself.

Hiram walked out of Tulip Palace and drove to the house of Rong family alone.

"Hiram, you're back?" When Joanna saw Hiram walk in, she stood up and walked toward him with a

broad smile. But to her surprise, Hiram directly went upstairs with a stern face as if she wasn't even

there.

In the study, Lydia was translating an English book for Gavin. Suddenly, the door swung open. When

Lydia saw Hiram, she quickly stood up.

"Leave." said Hiram in a cold voice without a glance at Lydia. She hurriedly left without a sound.

Watching Hiram drive away his daughter, Gavin put the book on the table heavily with a huge sound

and said,"Just say it. Why did you come back?"

Hiram pulled up a chair opposite Gavin and sat on it. It was the first time that he didn't greet his father

respectfully. He was trained to be a man who always behaved with refinement and he was indeed a

man of great demeanor. But today, he had lost his basic manners for the first time.

Hiram lit up a cigarette, inhaled deeply and said,"Father, you had Charlie talk to Rachel today. What did

you want to tell her?"

Gavin was about to take off his glasses. But when he heard Hiram's words, he paused for a moment.

Then he took off his glasses and took out a cloth from the drawer to clean it. "What did I want to tell

her? Why don't you know?"

"Really? It's really like what I have thought? So, it is true that you want to drive her away from me?"

said Hiram in a low yet firm voice.

After cleaning his glasses, Gavin put them back in the case. Then he cleared his throat and said,"Son,

the daughter-in-law of the Rong family can't be the daughter of a murderer. More importantly, she

absolutely cannot be the daughter of our family's enemy.

I've thought it through, a lot over the years, but I still can't let go of the hatred! How could Fannie be so

unashamed of what she did and send her daughter to our family to live a happy life?"

Hiram puffed on his cigarette again, looked up at his father and said,"What use is it for you to say that?

It is you who agreed to our marriage. Now that she is the mother of my kids and you want to drive her

away from me. Do you think that's fair?

What's more, in the last four years, Rachel and I have grown to love each other more deeply. And now,

it is not about whether she should leave or not. It is that I'll never let her go even if she tries to leave

me!"

"You!" Gavin looked at him, patting his chest gently to breathe. "Hiram, there are a whole lot of other

nice women out there for you. I was wrong before. You don't need her. If you divorce Rachel, you can

marry any other woman you like. Our family is rich and powerful enough for you to marry someone

from a royal family! Your father is begging you. Please let her go, okay?"

Hiram stubbed the cigarette which he had smoked half out in the ashtray with a dry smile.

"Unbelievable! It seems that I can never change your mind. Tomorrow Luke will officially be my mother-

in-law's lawyer. Besides, I have enough evidence to invalidate the witness' testimony.

Today I came back to have a talk with you because you are my father and you taught me that blood is

thicker than water. You've taught me that the last ones to betray you in this world are your family!

But if you still insist and go through with the case, don't blame me for opposing you in court regardless

of kinship."

After finishing his words, he stood up.

"Hiram! You are my son, not Fannie's son! Are you really going to go against your father for that

woman? !" Gavin stood up and yelled at Hiram's back.

Hiram's hand was on the handle of the door while hearing his words. He smiled bitterly and said

without turning around,"Dad, I'm not going against you. It's you. You are going against me. It is you who

forced me to make a choice between you and my love.

I've betrayed her trust once for you in my lifetime. That time, she almost lost her life. This time, I'll

choose her. No matter what happens."

After finishing his words, he twisted the handle, opened the door and walked out.

Lydia was standing outside the door with shock.

"Please advise Dad not to be so willful. And you, please get along with Wade. Don't make my last

efforts... go to waste."

Without glancing at her, Hiram walked toward the stairs.

In the Tulip Palace

When he returned, Hiram opened the door of the bedroom and walked in. Seeing that Rachel wasn't in

bed, he shifted his eyes to look in the direction of balcony. She was right there, holding a bottle and

using alcohol to help forget the problems hounding her. She was looking at the moon outside the

window and drinking alone.

"It's not fun to drink alone. I'll join you."

He took a goblet, walked to her, grabbed a cushion and sat on the floor. Then he pulled the bottle out of

her hand and filled his glass.

Rachel slowly turned and looked at him. She didn't say anything. She just looked at him.

"I know what you want to ask me. I can't save my own mother-in-law out of prison in such a short time.

But, can you give me a week?" said Hiram, clinking his glass with hers and taking a sip.

Rachel shifted her eyes from Hiram and looked at the moon which was almost full. She raised her

glass and took a sip. She still kept silent.

"Honey, I know you're depressed. If you want to hit me or scold me, then do it. Don't hold the

unpleasant feelings inside. Just vent it all out on me." said Hiram in a guilty voice, putting one arm

around Rachel's shoulders.

Sometimes he really hated himself. He hated himself for not having the ability to know things before

they happened.

If he had that ability, he could have avoided all these unpleasant things from happening so that Rachel

wouldn't have to be hurt and suffered like this.

"Tomorrow is the day that you are going to bid for the design of the West Mountain District. You have

put a lot of effort into it. Even if you don't care about yourself right now, you should at least care about

your company and your performance. I'm sure that you're gonna ace it again as usual. So think about

that and be ready for tomorrow, okay?" Hiram tried to cheer her up. He lowered his head and kissed

her on her hair.

Rachel raised her glass and drank up the rest of the red wine in her glass.

She took a deep breath and looked at the bright moon in the sky. Then she felt that the glass in her

hand was filled with more red wine.

"Let's go to bed after drinking this last glass." Hiram winked as he filled his own glass.

Soon after, Rachel drank up the scarlet liquid. This time, she felt the buzz of the alcohol. It was fine. It

was what she wanted. She felt much more relieved now. She looked at the man sitting beside her and

said,"... Carry me up..."

"Okay. Let's go." She felt her husband's strong arms lift her up and carry her to the bed. She put her

arms around him, her face on his neck.

When Rachel found a comfortable position to sleep, she felt that Hiram stood up again and left. He

returned with a warm, wet towel.

He knew that she was in no mood to take a shower, so he fetched her a wet towel to help clean her

face and hands.

"Have a good rest. Don't think so much," he said. After helping Rachel do the cleaning, he got on the

bed and held her in his arms.

With the help of alcohol and sniffing the warm pleasant scent of Hiram's chest, she finally fell asleep.