His Contractual Mistress

Hailey smiled at Vince, then her attention returned to the Lan couple and went on. 

"Mrs. Lan, you are correct that I am only a mistress. So, if Vincent dies, I will get nothing from Shen. That was very clear to you. However, your daughter, Eva... Ah, no. The Lan family will somehow receive compensation as your daughter becomes a Shen widow at such a young age." 

Hailey added, "How much Eva would get as Vincent's legal wife? Vincent has shares in Shen Group, not to mention the residential skyscrapers and restaurants he owns. Plus his other investments, not to say his net worth. 

Julia Lan and Ricky Lan press their mouths. Of course, they know how much Vincent owns! He is the heir of all Shen's properties, not including Hilda's assets in the Lopez family! 

They just imagine the numbers; it made them daze already, But the Lan couple didn't anticipate that their delusion would soon shatter. 

"Ah, I forgot!" Vince slaps his forehead. "I already made my Last Will... All of my assets will go to various foundations once I die without children." 

Hailey turned her head to Vince and smiled enormously, saying, "Smart-ass!" 

She and Vince chuckled like they minded nothing at all! 

Of course, Vincent's net worth, including Hilda's properties, is only half of Hailey's net worth. And no one knew it, and she didn't feel obligated to tell the world! 

Meanwhile, Hilda is one of those who dropped their jaw wide open upon hearing Vincent's statement. She felt like her body suddenly numbing. She glanced at Fred, whose expression didn't change. It means he knew about this! 

'Frederick Shen! You'll be dead tonight!' 

Meanwhile, Ricky and Julia Lan couldn't recover yet from the shock of the news they have heard just now.

'What a waste!' They sighed regretfully in secret. 

All the wealth Vincent owned would only go to stupid people! Thought by the Lan couple. 

At this moment, they have nothing to refute. The couple becomes a muffler even after Vincent conveys his gratitude that they give time to visit them. 

The couple tried their best to deny Hailey's suspicion. But what's written on their faces was a total defeat. 

"Don't worry, Mr. Lan, Mrs. Lan... I will compensate your daughter according to her net worth." 

The couple wanted to protest. How much would that be? They knew it wouldn't be that much!

After Ricky and Julia Lan left the ward, Fred peered at his son's girlfriend. For days that he spends more time with Hailey, he discovered more interesting temperaments about her.

And there's one thing that amused him. The way Hailey pointed something out, he could see the young Hilda that he had known for his entire life!

How ironic it was! However, even though they have a bit of similarity, he knew that Vincent's girlfriend was far nicer than his wife. Hilda is too loud. 

* 

SHEN MANSION

In the evening, Fred found Carl in Vincent's study making test questionnaires. 

"Uncle, your home!" 

"Yeah. I saw your car in the garage, so I'm guessing that you were here in the study." 

"What's the matter, Uncle Fred?" asked Carl. He put away his laptop and poured Fred a glass of wine.

"Nothing… Thank you, Carl." Fred took the wine glass Carl gave to him and sipped the liquor; the taste brought him to heaven. Later, he brought up the question he wanted to ask Carl. "I just wanted to ask if you might have mentioned something to Vincent." 

"Is this about his accident that it's not just an accident?" Carl means to assure.

Fred nodded. "Yes." 

"Honestly, Uncle Fred, Vincent is brilliant. He already figures it out, and pursuing me to confess is just a tiny thing to confirm that his presumption was true," said Carl. While Hailey went home to the penthouse, Vincent brought the possibilities of his accident, and he could hide nothing from his cousin's keenness.

"So, you mentioned the ongoing investigation?" 

Carl nodded. "Yes, uncle. He has his way to make me confessed. You had known your son already!" 

Fred is nodding and laughing. He patted Carl's back. "Alright. I need to rest now. I have to go back to the company early tomorrow." 

"Good night, Uncle Fred." 

"Night, Carl." 

Fred got out of the study and headed to the stair, trailing down the mansion's left-wing aisle. Fred entered the master's bedroom, where he found Hilda was already changing into a nightgown, sitting on the bed. In her right hand holding a telephone closer to her ear while looking at her laptop. 

Fred took a shower. He put on his pajamas and then dried his hair. Before he climbs onto the bed, he grabs a few folders to read before he sleeps. 

He could feel that the person next to him couldn't sleep but was restless. Hilda is turning to both her sides. When she could not keep it from whatever troubles her at the moment, she sat up. 

"Fred..." 

"Hum..." Fred didn't spare a look in his wife's direction. His eyes remained reading the reports. "Why don't you ask the head maidservant to bring you tea?" 

"I have been drinking tea twice already!" Hilda answered.

Fred asked, "Then what is your problem?" 

Hilda bites her lip. She could not decide whether to share it with Fred. She doesn't want to be laughed at by her husband. But at this moment, she had become desperate. Every time it occurs to her mind, it worries her more. 

"Fred, our son should have children as soon as possible." 

Fred pretends he did not hear Hilda as his attention was to the documents in his hand. He also held not to part his lips into a grin. 

"Fred, did you hear what I am saying?" Hilda grew impatient.

"Huh? Can you repeat what you said?" Fred plays dumb to make fun of his wife. 

Hilda pursed her lips before she snapped. "I said Vincent needs children!" 

"Ah. Right? Otherwise, all of our wealth will only be divided into charities," said Fred; he remained to look at the documents, even though he already stopped reading. 

Hilda's heart grew frustrated. She could not allow that all of her money would only go to charities! It's not that she doesn't want to help. The Lopez and Shen Foundation has been assisting ill children, and they are also supporting scholarships in college. 

But the realization really hits her hard. The Shen has no heir who will continue the Legacy. 

Both Deena and Sheena's husbands are not good enough to run the company. What, a chef and a soccer player knew to manage an International Construction Firm? 

'Unless Vincent would have heirs!' thought Hilda. "Fred, you have to talk to your son." 

"Why should I? How about you visit Vincent at the hospital tomorrow and talk to him?" 

Hilda frowned. She is prideful. Of course, she doesn't want to admit that she is now willing to tolerate Vincent.

"You are his father! You talk to him!" Hilda blurted out all of a sudden. And after stating this, Hilda tucked in under the quilt. She lay to her right side, giving her back to Fred. 

He glanced at his wife with a massive smile on his lips. Now the wind is changing its direction. Before, Hilda has been fretting about Vincent's affair. 

Still, she keeps fretting. But this time, it was about Vincent having children. 

And what is ironic, Hilda didn't bring up Eva. Could it mean that any woman is fine to her now? 

'This woman is like a hurricane!'