Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 784 Zevulon Drinking

Surely enough, after a while, she heard Madam Lilian speak with a heavy voice, "Quina, for a powerful man like him, it is too difficult for him to be faithful to others. I am old and my daughter is disabled, my only hope is for my granddaughter. Just think about it, Belle and Calvin have been married for so many years, and what is the result? All the while when Belle was with Calvin, she was always injured and bruised. She has suffered more than the average woman. I have seen Calvin's loyalty towards her, but at least until now, I think Calvin is not the perfect man in protecting my granddaughter. This man can't even protect his own woman, and she had to suffer through so many consequences. Although sometimes it was unintentional and was driven by external forces, it makes me feel uneasy. Men with power are more attractive and difficult than ordinary men. I don't want such things to happen again."

"And so."

"I would like to see how Calvin, who has experienced ups and downs in life, will perform this time around. Will he let me feel rest assured for Belle to be with him? Will he be able to protect his own woman? Don't blame me for being too suspicious. Please forgive me for just looking out for my loved ones. Although it seems selfish, it is still understandable. After all, I don't have many loved ones, and Belle should deserve true love and happiness."

When Madam Lilian said this, she was depressed.

Quina pondered and nodded in agreement.

It seemed that Madam Lilian was worried about Calvin. Surely enough, at that time, Calvin was well-known globally. He was rich and powerful, young and promising. Among the men from wealthy families in A City, how many of them had no affairs outside their marriages? Although Calvin and Belle had gone through many difficulties and had become as strong as steel, beauty doesn't last. Belle was no longer young. Not to mention that Harvey Group had reached a brand new height. All kinds of glory and temptation would only increase. If Calvin could not stand the temptation and something bad happened again, then Madam Lilian would definitely worry again.

Therefore, it was understandable that Madam Lilian was worried. There was a knot in her motherly heart, and this was a worry that every parent would go through. Quina instantly understood the feelings of such an old woman. Although she wanted to take Belle back home, she held back for Belle's future happiness.

"So, Quina, this matter should not be mentioned in front of Kate for the time being," Madam Lilian continued, still not feeling at ease.

Quina smiled and agreed.

"Also, contact Professor Pillar of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in the United States. I want him to go to Srirano to restore my granddaughter's memory. Note that this can only be done secretly and definitely cannot be known by others. Let the private affairs of my descendants be handled by themselves. Do you understand what I mean?" Madam Lilian raised her head with a serious expression on her face.

Quina caught on fast and she immediately understood her assignment. She nodded solemnly.

"Mr. Tangger, Mr. Tangger." Steffan and Belle came to Zevulon's room upon seeing that the door was tightly shut and there seemed to be no one inside. Belle sensed that something was strange and called out to him twice from outside. She thought that he must have gone on a date with that woman again!

After a while, there was still no movement inside.

Belle was reminded of the fact that she had not come to her class for two days. Zevulon should not be at home. When she was about to turn back and leave, she heard Steffan sniffing around with a smile on his face, saying, "Dory, don't go. He's sulking while drinking alcohol. Let's go in and accompany him."

Belle was very surprised to hear that. "And how did you know that?"

He said with a serious smile, "I have a special ability. Of course, I know."

Belle cheered up when she heard this. "Alright, don't flatter yourself. Open the door quickly. He may have drunk a lot."

He solemnly took out the key and forced the door open.

"Mr. Tangger!" Belle called out softly as she walked towards his room.

"Libera, you are so cruel." As soon as they walked through Zevulon's door, they heard his cries coming from the front of the closed door. The pungent smell of liquor made everyone feel uncomfortable. "What's going on here? Who's Libera?"

The two of them looked at each other and then solemnly pushed open the half-closed door.

"Dory, the smell is too strong. You should stand outside and wait for me to help him out of the room." He frowned, smelling the hard liquor. He was afraid that Belle would feel uncomfortable, so he asked her to stand outside and wait.

"Mr. Tangger, what's wrong with you?" Steffan supported Zevulon, getting him to lean against his body. Belle noticed that he was still wearing a suit, but he was not as energetic as he had been that day. His suit and tie looked like a beggar's. It was wrinkled, and his hair was not combed. At that time, he seemed to be in a mess. He seemed to have returned to the state of a middle-aged man in a flash. She had heard from Zevulon that at that time, he was actually only 51 years old.

"You're here." The five o'clock shadow was apparent on his chin, and his face was red from the alcohol.

Steffan seated Zevulon on an armchair outside. Belle also moved another chair and sat next to him.

"Mr. Tangger, could you tell us what happened?" Belle sat down and asked patiently.

Zevulon raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at her. He waved his hand and said, "Alas, you kids don't know much. Go, leave me alone."

As Belle and Steffan heard him, they instantly didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

"Mr. Tangger, if there's something troubling you, then why don't you share it with us? We might be able to help you out. You have to know that there's no obstacle that you can't overcome in this world." Belle patiently tried to persuade him.

Zevulon was holding his head high and drinking a mouthful of liquor. He heavily put down the bottle and looked at Belle with wide eyes. He asked, "Dory, is everything okay with your body? Melvin, that jerk, had drugged you that night. Don't be afraid. I already punished him for you. I promise he won't do it again."

Belle was stunned for a moment. It turned out that Zevulon was not inebriated yet. She smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Mr. Tangger. I think Melvin will never do such a thing again."

"Sure." Zevulon nodded and sighed. "In fact, his life is not smooth-sailing either. He suffered a lot when he was a child. Although he is talented, he is left with a lot of shortcomings. To be exact, he can't be blamed."

As Zevulon was speaking, he heaved a deep sigh. Deep guilt and unease were emanating from his words.

Belle listened, but she felt it was very strange. She secretly stole glances at Zevulon. When she saw tears flashing in his bloodshot eyes, she was even more surprised.

As the saying goes, a man's tears can't be shed easily. Zevulon was so emotional that he lamented for Melvin, that b*stard. It was an enigma.

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Zevulon said to her seriously, "Dory, I've been there, and done that. I'm telling you, you must be careful when dealing with your feelings. Not everyone can find their true love in their lifetime. When you meet someone, you should cherish them. Don't give up easily. You should be responsible for your family and relationship. Otherwise, you will never be happy in the future, and the child will suffer from the consequences."

Zevulon was just spouting nonsense at that point. He raised his head and gulped down the wine in the bottle. Then, he lay drunk in his chair and began to cry like a child.